So yesterday I went to my first funeral.

Actually, it was my second, but when Great Grandad died I was like, four and didn't really know what was going on at the time.

It was really really awful and I hope I don't have to go to another one of those things in a long time.

I did a really hard thing though, and everyone keeps telling me how impressed they were that I could actually do this...I got up and spoke at my Great-Grandmother's funeral. I had this letter that i had written that morning, thanking her for all the things that she had done for me in my life. Now, I'm not much of a public speaker, but I HAD to go up and do this. I had never realized what an impact she had made on my life and how many things she had taught me. I was sad and ashamed that I had never thanked her for these things in the million times I had been to see her over the years. So I stood up in the front of the church, very extremely aware of her open casket behind me, and tried my best to be intelligible through my tears. I really hope that she heard me and that she knows how grateful I am to have her as a role model.

Now I have to go do my english paper...and move on to something that doesn't make me cry. I promise the next time I won't be so depressing.

Guess what. I'm like totally inspired to continue on with my fictionpress story...which I haven't been for a while.

So this is a big deal.

But I should probably work on my fanfiction first, though I am having a little trouble with it. I have multiple ways for the story to go from here and no idea which one to pick.

On one hand, I have it playing out nice and simple, not too long and not too cheesy.

On the other hand...I could just blow things totally out of proportion and do this massive gigantic drama with explosions and dying and action and shit like that; stuff that is totally not-canon with the fandom I'm in.

-sigh-

I guess I'll have to go for the crazy insane version number two. I mean, that's what fanfiction is for, am I right?...it's where people go for their intense ridiculous drama fix. Plus...I like blowing stuff up.

On a totally random note: my roommate's boyfriend has been living with us for a couple of days. He's really nice, he's from Switzerland, and he can cook like, amazingly well. He keeps making us dinner and lunch and stuff. It's great. I kinda wish he was hanging around forever cuz I don't want to have to go back to eating frozen dinners and fast food and mac and cheese...

Did I mention that he's super nice? ♥

So I'm sitting in my dorm room now...and guess what?

Because I have a sad life, I went straight for my computer and pulled up Microsoft Word and viola! A new fanfiction story was born.

Holy crap...what a sad life I have.

ANYWAYZ...I've been talking to my roommate and she's really nice. I am totally grateful I didn't get a crackhead or a boozer or someone creepy like that.

And I was talking to one of my new orientation buddies (this is referring to Man Candy, for those of you keeping up with my codenames) and apparently his roommate is really weird. I was laughing at him during our text message conversation earlier. We're going to hang out tomorrow out of the lack of something better to do.

I wonder if Hippie Soulmate (yes, I know my codenames are insanely wierd) is here yet. I wanna hang out with him too...

So I was at a graduation/back to school party yesterday. It was really fun...we hung out in Town Center where this dance school was giving out free walktzing and rhumba (is that how it's spelled?) lessons. I had so much fun! One of the really really cute dance instructors was there helping and he danced with me, giving me pointers and stuff. He said I was very graceful for someone who hadn't had a formal dance lesson in about eleven years...haha.

It was one of the rare times when I feel a little bit feminine...It was enjoyable being twirled around and dancing like something straight out of a fifties movie. ♥

So my grandmother is here, visiting.

Well, one of the four grandmothers that I have.

You see, stuff like that happens when the divorce rate in your family is 95%.

Anyway, she's the cranky one, and it's not real pleasant. My brother was the smart one and he ran and hid when she came, rekindling his old flame with his Playstation. And I, being the wonderful, kind, caring, and thoughtful person that I am, got stuck with talking to her. I know that sounds a little mean, but she's a pretty negative person, and had negative comments about anything she doesn't understand (like cellphones).

It makes socializing pretty hard.

On the upside, however, Travis and I went to an Italian restaurant with Dad yesterday for lunch. I had tiramisu for dessert.

It was delicious.