Yo People, I'm gone for a year and look at what happenes, the site gets pimped out. Its cool though, I'm not too mad you all moved on without me. I'll just be sitting here on my cheap-ass computer, in my small-ass room, sitting on my ass, so if any of you feel like stopping by and saying a friendly "howdy-doody," that'll be fine. ~Peace

Sick

Duuuuude, I really do not need this right now! I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and I was nauseatd beyond comprehension. All I wanted was to just roll up and stay in bed forever. Unfortunately, my Dad had chemo today so I had to drop him off and pick him up (he's not aloud to drive)I did call in sick for work today though, and since I didn't feel like going traveling all over the place, I sat in the wating room while Dad was being treated. Most of that time was spent basically huddled in a corning being miserble, moaning and graoning and such, the other half was occupied by convinceing the nurses that I wasn't dieing. It was a horrible day. My dad got a kick out of it though. He said we were vomit buddies (hurray) After that, the day was pretty uneventful. My dad and I just sat on the couch watching Young Gun 1 and 2.

(Random Note: Spike learned how to get into the bag full of cat kibble so now I have to hide it. )

Its Life

I've been busy lately (wish I wasn't). My father got sick November of last year, cancer. They had him on bouts of chemo, and a couple of months ago his health sort of crashed. Since then, I've been living with him. I quit school (temporally) so that I'd have more time for him and work. I plan to go back once things get better, but I don't plan on going again for at least a year or so. Its not that bad. We're kinda bonding since we actually have to communicate with each other. Works good, its the kind of mindless work where you don't have to think about what your doing to do it well. It makes life easier. I adopted a kitten from the local pound! He's multicolored, white, brown and black, and has the greenest eyes I've ever seen (I'm a cat person, obviously) I named him Blade and I'm training him to be kickass. I bought him one of those little colars with the spikes, my dad got a kick out of that. All and all, I've been okay. Life still sucks, but can I say, its life.