Ah, my poor webpage; how I've neglected you.

My grandmother almost died tonight. She had an operation (forget exactly what for), but after the operation she was put on life support. She's 'fine' now, and hopefully will be out of the hospital soon, but the thought of her dying caught me off gaurd. I consider my mother and my grandmother (her mother) to be my true parents. My dad never did shit for anyone (except for bring in money). Before I started school I'd spend the day with my grandmother. She'd tell me what life was like as a girl on a farm in Saskatchewan while I played with some Hotwheels.

Before she went to the hospital we had a long talk over the phone. I told her I had my hair dyed burgundy, and she told me about how that reminded her of Anne of Green Gables where the main character accidentally made her hair green in an effort to get rid of her red hair. The character hated being different, and I tried to explain to my grandmother that was one of the reasons why I like to dye my hair. She couldn't understand that, but she didn't argue or think less of me for it. One of the things I like about my grandmother is that she's not condescending like some other older people. In that same conversation she was saying that back in Saskatchewan you always addressed superiors as "Mr." or "Mrs.", and when she first moved down here she had a hard time not calling her boss Mr. Suchandsuch. She can be nostalgic without thinking that the past was inheirantly better. Any other person her age may have sounded bitter about 'the decline of civilization (because calling your boss by their first name is one of the signs of the Apocalypse, after all!). She realizes that times change. I also love the fact that I can have an intelligent conversation with my 80-something grandmother. My other grandmother (my dads mother) just depresses me. I last saw her at my HS graduation. I'm not even sure she realized why she was there. It's so depressing seeing her like that. Reverted to an infant child. Well, needless to say that my grandmother is one of the few people I truely love, and I'm not sure how'd I'd react if she died.

Today's topic is "Whats Wrong With Me?" That's what my sister's friend asked when she told him she was going to dye my hair. He said that if I don't smoke, drink (alchohol), do any drugs, never 'get in trouble', and get good grades (his words, not mine) why should I dye my hair. I laughed at that. I could go on another tirade about my hair, but I'm done talking about that for now. I just thought that was amusing. I hate my 'goody-two-shoes' image.

I register for spring semester tomorrow... I want to get rid of a bio/lab requirement now while I'm in general college, and the lecture is at 8am. I'm worried about making that class... I made all of my other classes before-noon as well, I figure that will make waking up earlier easier. I can actually get a job now.

I have an exam tomorrow, so I need to study I guess. Maybe, just maybe they'll be another update this month...