I'm not really sure where to start, actually. Nothing much has happened...

I've ditched one class about 3times now, which should probably stop soon. Though, I did go to that class today and it reminded me of WHY I ditched in the first place. I hate that feeling when you're guilty but you just have this urge to just do it.

And I did it. Meaning that I ditched my class. I'm the type of person to never ditch school unless I'm, like, immensely ill. But this week is an easy week since Wednesday is Vets Day and Thursday I have a furlough. [Furloughs, if you don't know, are days where basically teachers and administration are forced to take a day off. Thus, we pay more to learn less.] So yeah, I'm gonna get back on the high road and count down the days until the semester is overrrr.

I have a math midterm tomorrow. Lovely.

Oh shoot, I think my previously mentioned "mini-crush" turned into a not-so-mini-crush Dx I feel like this is history repeating.. But I won't get into detail on that. To put it briefly, I'm the typical girl who's liking the bad boy. Urgh. Please kill me.

Hm. I went home last weekend and I was at the mall, and on the way there, my mom and I are talking about my hoe of a cousin. And the irony of it all was that she calls me while my mom and I were shopping. It starts off awkward like "Hey.." "Hey?" "How are you?" "Good, you?" "Uh, well, did your mom tell you?" "Tell me what?"

And the news she breaks to me? She tells me that my uncle passed away that day.

I was like "uh, what?" I couldn't believe her since my mom had recently told me that he was just released from the hospital. [He went to the Philippines with my closest uncle to help fix up my grandfather's house. But he was hospitalized because he was suffering from chest pains.] I felt myself growing angry because if this was some sick, cruel joke, it wasn't fucking funny.

But she wasn't kidding.

And my mom is in total shock, buying whatever items she had in her hand and walked out of the shop we were in and sat down on the bench. I scoot closer to her, giving her comfort as she's calling people and listening to the voicemail messages left on her phone. And the hardest thing was watching her blink back tears.

My weekend was rough, to put it nicely.

So there will be a funeral held in the Philippines and I'll be going. I'll be leaving on Sunday the 22nd and coming back on December 3rd, which I think is a Thursday. It's going to be sooo sucky, to wear black in such hot, humid weather. That, and it's just depressing to visit the country your family was born in to attend a funeral.

My family's quite frustrated though, since my uncle stopped taking his cholesterol pills for a while and forgot to bring his high blood pressure medicine with him when he left. I can't decide whether I should be angry that he hadn't taken better care of himself [he's a smoker]. I wasn't really close to him, but I'm still sortof in that state of shock. Like, I can't believe I'm not going to see him anymore.

On the semi-bright side, when I do visit the country, I'll get to see my long-lost half-brother and his family. We're equally excited to see each other. I really cannot wait to spend some time with them.


So yeah. There's an update on my life.


, Rose