I seriously believe that my grandma has a death wish. Just now, since we're apparently getting visitors this afternoon (Christy, the filipino nurse who used to live with grandma before we moved in), she was moving around some heavy furniture at an inch a second. I realized what she was doing after about an hour of curious shuffling, so I had to intervene. There's no way in hell that I'll be implicated for her death... even if it is by neglect.

Sort of along the same lines (thanks to her rampant Catholicism), I had a weird dream while I feel asleep in the middle of this documentary about Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars: basically I'm sitting at this weird office place trying to talk my highschool into giving me money for college. They denied me because I didn't plan on going to a Catholic college/university. What the hell?!

... Writing stories in round is fun, until you get writer's block and can't think of anything else to put down. So I gave up prematurely to go work on Government homework. Currently wishing that people are online so I can talk to them. Note to self: be more sociable, but don't be a flirt whore. Get your appreciation from your smarts and arts, not because you flatter without reason.

My lips have been unusually dry recently. Ugh. I hate changes in diet.

This morning I did some lite exercise to help out with some of that stress I've been building up. Sis should try it sometime.

Heh. I wonder, Mr. Objectivist, how your anti-pity philosophy holds up when it's about a family member that you care about severely. Right, let's not go there.

I'm guessing that this online dating/personals only works when you're older, living alone, and in a larger city.

"I" count: 15