I'm a marked woman...

Today I visited my grandma. She's in hospice, so she knows that she supposed to die soon. It's pretty hard for all of us.

We walked in and seriously, the nursing home smelled trife. It smelled like a mixture of drugs and vinegar. I had to breathe through my mouth because it smelled so foul. You could pretty much taste it. 

We found her room, and when we first walked in I seriously thought she was dead. She was super thin and was asleep. Her eyelids were almost see through. Yikes. 

After listening to her complain about the riot/strike thing that happened with her nursing home, she randomly fell asleep. Once again I thought she had died. Since she is super drugged up right now, she thought she was dead too. 

I don't know how I will react when she dies, since that result is eventually going to happen. When my uncle died I was very quiet but I didn't cry much. This is pretty weird for me to talk about.

My Ticking Time Bomb/Post

Since I would feel like a total loser posting on this blog 3 times in one night, I'm gonna write this post, and set it to be posted later. Good idea eh? This works really well for me because for the next 2 days I will be visiting my Grandma in Illinois and she's really sick and therefore I will probably not be posting up here. 

So it's pretty late right now (3 AM). At least for me. My internal clock is pretty much messed up because I'm a swimmer and I'm used to waking up at about 4, which is about an hour away from now. So while some kids at school try to brag about how sleep deprived they are because they go to bed at 2 in the morning, I stay quiet because I definitely go to bed at around 9.

So pretty much, my junior year is starting soon and I definitely want to transform myself a little. I want to actually do my hair in the locker-room in the morning and I'm gonna try to actually plan my outfit so I don't walk around with a wet ponytail, a t-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops ensemble. 

Last Night at the Robinsons

So anyways, here's my next post, a whole 10 minutes after I started this.

Last night (Well I guess 2 nights ago considering it's 1 in the morning), I definitely had my first experience with alcohol. Woah, I know I'm lame. But whatever. The Robinsons (of course thats not their real name) are loaded and their alchohol stash is pretty well stocked.

It was just my friend and I and we were bored so we decided to mine into this valuable resource. We sneak up from the basement and stealthily poured ourselves drinks.

Mistake #1- I pour about 2 tablespoons of hard rum in each of our glasses. Like idiots, we do a toast and try a sip of plain liquor. It was horrible.

Mistake #2- We mix the remaining rum with powerade. This does not taste good either. The powerade was not strong enough to overpower the vinegary taste of rum. We pour our drinks down the sink.

Mistake #3- Tried to drink cooking wine. Didn't realize it wasn't normal until after the first drink.

Mistake #4- We tried beer and seriously, it tasted like straight-ass piss.

We ended up drinking rum and coca-cola, taking our inspiration from the slutty performance of "Rum and Coca Cola" given by a bunch of slutty freshmen during 50's night.

And it wasn't bad at all. In fact we might be doing it again soon because I don't want to get totally messed up when I go to college and get gang banged at some frat because I can't hold my liquor.

My Thesis

Considering schools been out for a while, I almost crave a more structured time frame. I also kind of long for work to do.

So anyways, the reason I started writing this blog was because I have to stay up until ungodly hours in the morning because tomorrow I have a 12 hour car road trip I have to sleep through. I chose this one also because Confessions of a College Call Girl uses this site, which I totally didn't realize was part of google.

But anyways, it would be tight if people read this, but I'm not sure how interesting this will actually be. No, it will be interesting because my life is pretty interesting.