Summer and Damien Rice

school is so close to being over, i can taste it. i cant wait for the summer. my favorite time of year. i will appreciate it even more this summer i think, i dont know if i have ever put forth this much effort in school in my whole life. i hope it pays off. last semester, i did so good; i dont know about this one though. im pumped, i got tickets to the damien rice concert in nyc on may 21st. we bought our tickets and then a week later, lisa hannigan, a part of the band (a crucial part of the band, in my opinion) just left, in the middle of the tour. i think that i may have been more excited about seeing her than damien rice... but i'm trying to be optimistic. i hear damien rice is still one of the most increadible performers. i cant wait... i just wonder how it will be without lisa hannigan. she is a big part of all of my favorite damien rice songs.

Gramps.

my grandpa just keeps getting sicker and weaker. the last time that i was there to see him, i remember i left so happy because he was walking around smiling and giggling to himself and that was a good day. today i went there and i dont think that he even lifted his head up once. i kept waving my hand right in front of his face to get his attention, but even then, he didnt snap out of it. he barely talked at all. his mood always affects my mood. if he is happy, so am i, if he is out of it, so am i. when i went there today, i was in such a good mood, and it is sad, because i remember him the last time that i was there (when he was happy) and i think that is how he will be when i see him again, but i never know who he is going to be when i go there. there is no consistency in his behaviors, in his mind. this is really sad to say, but i remember being in middle school and i remember thinking about how i honestly didnt know how i would survive if my grandfather died. i can honestly say that i would of been so completely lost... i just dont even know. but now it's so sad to think that him being here... how he is now, and his suffering, might even be worst.

Short Story

writing that short story was hard. i can honestly say that i hated it. i am terrible at that style of writing. i wrote one short story before, in high school, and it was pretty awful. i find it impossible to try to write something in that many pages and make it sound good. im really not good with the whole plot thing. descriptions are my strength, but i could take up four pages just setting one scene. im not good with action and i think short stories need alot of it. i just didnt want to write the short story. it was probably the toughest thing ive had to write yet. well, anyways, im so happy to finally be DONE with it.