today i found out that one of my closest friends father finally passed away from ALS. I am in shock. This man, who was in pain from another non-related accident for as long as i have known him, suffered through yet another horrible debilitating sickness. Really, really sad.
I dont know what to do. How do you call someone after that happens? My best friend said that i should just say what’s in my heart. But i dont know what’s in my heart. I guess im sad for the family. I guess i get mad when people only worry about themselves and their little problems when my dear friend, sister really, has a parent who is gone. Plus, a mother who is good at flying into rages and abuse her verbally. I’ve felt this girls pain for a long time, i have co-dependancy issues and she has depression problems. I just dont know what to say, that’s all i guess.
This website has crazy cute things. not bad pricing too….
So apparently the Olympics are happening. But since I only get one channel and my best friend gets none, we’re not watching them. The point is moot though because, see, if I have to watch people diving into water, my thoughts go like this:
Hmm diving (or swimming), interesting.
I WANT TO GO SWIMMING!
I need a new bathing suit.
Ahhh I miss summer swimming in the river.
the water was cold though
cold water….
I’m thirsty.Oh look the TVs on! What’s this? Swimming! I love watching swimming….
But then again that happens with no matter what i watch. The ADLD (Attention Deficit Lazy Disorder) kicks in and im gooooone. I’d like to think that is what makes me so amusing.
I do clearly remember a time in Shaws. I was mid syllable when I was very distracted by a girl who goes to my school and I hadn’t seen in a while. So I ran off….leaving all memory of the conversation behind. Then I reappeared 5 minutes later to continue on my tangents until the ADLD came full circle at which point i finished my previous conversation.
out of a pool i almost drowned but still, a sport? This is more my style 
I am wondering, why is it that I cant make fun of everything/everyone? see, it’s not nice to make fun of portly folks and yet i do it in my head anyway. It’s not nice to make fun of normal people either, but i do it in my head anyhow. Perhaps i just lack kindness in that form. But i also like to think that if i can make fun of everyone then everyone feels free to make fun of me. it’s like this: You fall down-I laugh. I fall down-you laugh.
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