Popped It.

Well, everyone else I know has a blog. So I might as well begin one today, but it probably won't be updated too often or be full of entertaining anecdotes since my life is pretty much stagnant.



Anyway, it's been a week since graduation. I already have most of the things I will need for an apartment next year. I suppose one could say that Jordan and I are a little overzealous and could have waited, but I want to GTFO. Also, neither of us trust ourselves to save our precious graduation money so it was better now than later.

My grandmother was put in the hospital yesterday. For the past year she's had a horrible time with pancreatitis, which is caused by your pancreas being a bitch and refusing to help the rest of your body process food. Not only did she have a severe attack (which is accompanied by child labor-like pains and vomiting) but she also seems to have had a stroke. She was also home alone when it happened and it took her two hours to reach a phone.

I went to visit her yesterday, but it was a pretty fruitless attempt. She was so drugged up on morphine and the like that she will most likely never know that I was there. Nevertheless, I will most likely go back there today. One has to wonder why a person would visit someone who is mostly unconscious. I am notorious for not trusting people's intentions, even my own, so a part of me believes that the only reason I am going to visit her is to make me feel better. Not only because she was home alone when the attack occurred (I should have stayed with her, for god's sake) but because I am going to leave her until Tuesday to go to an amusement park. I know she would want me to go, but I always feel as if I'm not helping people enough and there is nothing I hate more that being a selfish person.

On an entirely different note, I hate elevators.