I'm not feeling it.

This week has been nothing but crazy. My grandfather went into the hospital to the ER on Monday, and they ended up putting him in ICU. He had to stay overnight, and on Tuesday, he got to get out of ICU, but he was in such a bad way that they couldn't continue with his radiation for his leukemia. I picked my Dad up from the airport this night, and on Wednesday, we went and met my grandmother and uncle at Tropicana for coffee and toast. From there, my grandmother and I went to Borders so I could work on my paper, and we didn't have to be home, cos it was further away from the hospital. We went there a little later, as soon as Pappap was moved to a different room. I didn't want to go to the hospital. I hate hospitals. They make me act weird. I also started my period this day. I was in so much pain... and having to be in a hospital... we were there when he started to throw up, and I'm the kinda person that if I hear you barf, I'll do it, too. So I had to run from there... Not a good day.

Went back to the house pretty much after that with my uncle, then met everyone at La Septima for dinner, and then went to see Rachel and Kevin, and we went to Borders, cos the school Library was closed, so I could work on my paper. After that, I went to pick up :ninjaxwolf:, because I was at the point where I needed company. Not to mention he had PT here. So it kinda worked out. Yesterday... I finished my essay, since the entire week, I hadn't really been able to work on it, went to history class late, missed the quiz so I had to BS it at the end. :ninjaxwolf: missed the bus, or the bus missed him (not quite sure how it worked), so I took him home, and promptly got caught in rush hour on the way back to USF. My best friend called, and so I talked to her the ride home - BLUETOOTH, I promise - and when I got home... was pretty much lonely... and not liking the world. I was almost at the point where I was going drag :ninjaxwolf: back for company... but then Jorge finally replied to my text, and we ended up getting to-go from the Cafeteria and watching Inkheart, and he made me coffee, and life was good. I was better, and when I got home, I crrrashed. It was almost 1 am, though. I got up at 5.50 for work, and here I am.

I also found out from scratching my head that I have a bump on there I didn't know about, and it hurts. A lot. I have a headache. And I have cramps. And I just... I'm ready to nap the entire morning away. I get to see my dad and my uncle Marcus today, so I'm excited. =] I very happy.

I just wish that Pappap would get better. It's too close to the happenings of last year...

On a good note, Cuban toast and Cafe con Leche and talking to Lindsey for the first time in ages is on Saturday. And when I say talking, I mean TALKING. Not these little 20 min conversations every week or so. We're gonna sit down and chat and catch up. I'm excited.

I hope that you all have a good weekend! Life is good, despite the bad. Enjoy it! =]