Greetings.
I hope you missed me! Quite a bit has happened in the last three days. So I think I'll start with Wednesday.
Wednesday, I stayed home from school with a bad case of cramps and post-fight nausea. (As I wrote earlier, I had a HORRIBLE fight with my parents.) And then I went over to Gramps and Nana's house. Nana and I went to Jamba Juice where I applied for a job and then she, Gramps, and I went to dinner. Afterwards Nana and I went to see ALICE IN WONDERLAND (for the third time!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
Thursday, Nana took me to breakfast and then I went to school... yuck. Me no likey school. I have premature senioritis. Then after school I went over to Joseph's house for dinner around 6:30. I didn't come home until 10:45. I had so much fun. His cousin Jasper came over and I got him into PHINEAS AND FERB. I feel very proud of myself. Anyways, I was over there because they were having a dinner for all the family because of his grandma's passing. And I realized something: JOSEPH IS A FREAKING ROBOT. If anything happened to Nana, I'd be absolutely devastated. Joseph has not cried once!!!! It's driving me crazy!!!!!!!!!
Today, quiz in math, blah blah blah. I went to the reception for Joseph and Jasper's grandma's funeral. Joseph was quieter than usual. And Jasper was a lot more pensive. But they were basically themselves. They were quoting movies, speaking Mandalorian, and being generally randomly weird. I kissed Joseph on the cheek again (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but he wiped it off his cheek. I almost cried as I drove home. I was very close... (sob)
Perhaps I should explain Jasper. Jasper is a year younger than Joseph than I. (Joseph is 23 days older than I) He is like Joseph's brother and they look remarkably alike, except Joseph has his mother's Mexican skin and Jasper does not. They both wear glasses, they both love STAR WARS (though Jasper is more of a Trekker), and they love anything that has to do with movies and/or music. Jasper likes the same girl Bentley likes, though I am not sure if Bentley realizes it. Sometimes I don't know if he knows he likes this girl. Her name is Mickie Phineas. Her real full name is Mikayla, but she hates it so we call her Mickie. Anyways, Jasper and Bentley both like her, I'm sure.
Hugz
HM
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Friday, April 9, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Serious Business
Greetings.
Now, I know my blog has mainly been used for my griping and my Joseph-related fantasies with a dash of philosophy (a very small dash) and humor thrown in for flavor. But today I would like to be a little bit more serious. And, yes, there is a reason for this seriousness.
Joseph's grandmother passed away in the last twenty-four hours. I am unsure of the details, but Joseph said she was in poor condition when he visited her yesterday. He wasn't at school today. It was weird because he's almost always at school. Bennie, Joss, our friends Emma Weiss, Lucky Stevenson, and Pete Sanders, and I were wondering where he was. I thought it was jet lag catching up to him so he slept a whole bunch. Everyone else thought he was sick. We didn't worry too much because we all know that Joseph is the resilient type. So I called him after school in my car as I was on my way out of the parking lot. (Don't worry, I had it on speakerphone.) I asked him where he was and why he wasn't at school. He told me he was at home because his grandma had died. I immediately texted my parents, told them I was going over to his house, and drove as fast as I could there.
When I got there, he came out and we hugged. The strange thing was he wasn't crying at all and I was bawling like a little baby. And then I went inside to say sorry to his dad and I cried on HIM for a while. Mr. Morton Hugged me back and thanked me for my consideration.
Joseph escorted me out to his garage (the door to which he opened so I could get to my car easier) and I gave him one final hug. And then, in a moment of sheer... what's the word... desperation... no that's not it... oh, I can't think of the word but basically I kissed him on his cheek and then turned to go to my truck.
"Hey! What was that for?" he called after me.
"It just seemed like you needed it," I called back as I got to my truck. (His name is Kermit cause he's little, green, and once got hit in the side by a huge pink Hummer, a.k.a. Miss Piggy.)
I KISSED HIM!!!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!! Granted, it was on the cheek, but it's still something.
But with all due respect, I would appreciate it if you kept Joseph and his whole family in your prayers. Thank you.
Hugz
HM
Now, I know my blog has mainly been used for my griping and my Joseph-related fantasies with a dash of philosophy (a very small dash) and humor thrown in for flavor. But today I would like to be a little bit more serious. And, yes, there is a reason for this seriousness.
Joseph's grandmother passed away in the last twenty-four hours. I am unsure of the details, but Joseph said she was in poor condition when he visited her yesterday. He wasn't at school today. It was weird because he's almost always at school. Bennie, Joss, our friends Emma Weiss, Lucky Stevenson, and Pete Sanders, and I were wondering where he was. I thought it was jet lag catching up to him so he slept a whole bunch. Everyone else thought he was sick. We didn't worry too much because we all know that Joseph is the resilient type. So I called him after school in my car as I was on my way out of the parking lot. (Don't worry, I had it on speakerphone.) I asked him where he was and why he wasn't at school. He told me he was at home because his grandma had died. I immediately texted my parents, told them I was going over to his house, and drove as fast as I could there.
When I got there, he came out and we hugged. The strange thing was he wasn't crying at all and I was bawling like a little baby. And then I went inside to say sorry to his dad and I cried on HIM for a while. Mr. Morton Hugged me back and thanked me for my consideration.
Joseph escorted me out to his garage (the door to which he opened so I could get to my car easier) and I gave him one final hug. And then, in a moment of sheer... what's the word... desperation... no that's not it... oh, I can't think of the word but basically I kissed him on his cheek and then turned to go to my truck.
"Hey! What was that for?" he called after me.
"It just seemed like you needed it," I called back as I got to my truck. (His name is Kermit cause he's little, green, and once got hit in the side by a huge pink Hummer, a.k.a. Miss Piggy.)
I KISSED HIM!!!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!! Granted, it was on the cheek, but it's still something.
But with all due respect, I would appreciate it if you kept Joseph and his whole family in your prayers. Thank you.
Hugz
HM
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