Yo.

So right now everyone's watching the Superbowl but me. God, I hate sports. Lol.

Anyway, so Greg, me, my Aunt Debra, Dave and Mary went to see the Tim Burton exhibit at the MoMA. It was insanely cool. Got my mind off the sad things going on for a while. I didn't get any work done though, so I had to get it done last night/today. But oh well.

I'm gonna go sit with Greg, the dumb sports are over. Stupid.

[Epi-G T-BaggZ] "Goes To B&H."

AKA

xX Ame ~*~ Hana Xx

Breaking my silence tonight for a very good reason.

I want to make somewhat of an obituary out of this entry. The subject: Jamie Rosensweig.

She aparently passed away today due to a liver disease she had. It was unexpected according to everyone.

I first met her in my gym class Sophomore year. (Pretty sure.) I thought she was cool, but once I talked to her, I kinda thought she was annoying. I tried to stay away, but no one else would partner up with me, so I was stuck with her. As I got to know her, I realized she wasn't a bad person, she was just overly loud and weird sometimes. So I didn't get too close with her, she was just kind of a school-friend. I then had another gym class with her the year after, as well as marine science in my Senior year. In that class, we talked a lot. She copied a lot of my work, and if either of us had a problem, we could talk to one another about it. She was a good friend, and a caring person, and that's when I started to really see that. I tolerated her bouts of annoying-ness better after I started to realize that. We talked a lot more and got closer during marine science although I didn't consider her more than a friend to talk to and hang out with in school, not outside. I really feel like a jerk for being such an asshole to her most of the time. But I was kind of not an asshole at the same time, because when she was upset, I was nice to her, and when something was funny, we'd laugh about it together. We made powerpoints in marine science, and she called the first one "FISH!" and the second one "PENGUINS!" and I believe there was one called "SHARKS!" And it became an inside joke at one point. I also remember the one thing that would make her laugh all the time. When she would sneeze, I would never say "Bless you" I always said, "Eww". It always made her laugh. And if I did say "Bless you", she would drop her jaw and ask me what was wrong, or if I was feeling okay. In the last days of my high school career, she signed my yearbook. I almost didn't let her, but I'm glad I did now. She said she would miss me a lot this year... little did I know that I would miss her too.

I haven't cried yet, and I'm still getting over the initial shock and denial stages. I was violently shaking periodically a little while ago, but now I'm starting to stablize a little, and I think I'm going to go shower and try to get what I need to get done finished. I'll probably cry at one point or another. I'm going to be a bit preoccupied for quite a while. It's unbelieveable. She had a lot of potential and a lot of personality, and I really think she would have done well for herself, if only she was given the chance... God, it's like Shamus Ward all over again. At almost the same time, a year later. And it's hitting everyone just as hard, only it's affecting different people more and less this time. I wish there was something I could do.

<3

[Epi-G T-BaggZ] Can't Get Any Work Done Like This.

AKA

xX Ame ~*~ Hana Xx

So, school started again today.

I won't be updating much... again. ><

Yesterday my internet was out like all day. Thus, no final formal update.

Oh well. I hate to say it but, this is probably goodbye until May, with a few sporadic returns.

Had a weird day today. Everything is so much more complicated this semester. And Art History really, really sucks. The teacher talks so softly that it puts you to sleep, and it's a Monday morning class. And it's just boring. She's nit-picking these paintings like they're so complex and intellectual. Art isn't meant to be picked apart. It's meant to mean something to the artist and mean something else to each other person that looks at it. Symbols and colors and forms don't matter. You're not supposed to be told what the artist wanted to convey. You're just supposed to let it mean what it means. But I guess people from the 13th century all thought the same things. ><

And a bunch of classes I have are film AND digital. It's so confusing. Can't you just pick one!? Bah.

I fell on an escalator today. It hurt. And people were there to see it happen. FML.

I'm probably going to kill myself within the next 3 months. I already have stress piling up and I've only been to 2 classes so far. But the first weeks or so of school will be that way, until I get used to the way each class is run like I did last semester. Once I got a feeling for the teachers and the classes, it wasn't so bad as long as I wrote down everything and got it in on time. Which I'm normally good at. What stresses me out the most is my paranoia that I've forgotten something vital. My OCD to check, re-check, and check again the "to-do" lists I've made and go through my brain to find additions. Over and Over. I'm hoping my stress management class will help me with my issues. Though I doubt it will because I'm so damn stubborn.

I don't want to shoot more film, it's so expensive and I have no money. Shit, I have to go to the Bursar's office tomorrow and pick up a check. Good time to remember. I couldn't have remembered during my 2 hour break today, when I sat and talked to the nutcase "friend" I made who thinks she's Starfire from the Teen Titans and thinks she's related to gods and has friends who are Amazons.... And has a chronic lying problem. I try anything to get away from her, and yet, she always finds me. Always. ><

My mom and Glenn should be back tomorrow night. I can't take care of the house anymore anyway, I'm going to have a lot to do from now till May. Ugh. I wish I could live in "Starfire"'s fantasy land. If I were that oblivious to life, there's no way I'd be stressed out.

I just want to be halfway through the semester already, just to have some kind of relief. I have 5 days off the entire 3 months. Like I said, I'm going to die.

[Epi-G T-BaggZ] Needs To Ger Her Shit Straight.

AKA

xX Ame ~*~ Hana Xx

Hey.

Today was a god day. I got up at 7AM to feed the cats (that was not the good part...) I then did some dishes and folded clothes, and made tea for Greg becaue he walked in the cold. He arrived at 8AM, drank his tea, and then we went upstairs to ATTEPMT to go back to sleep. It ended up being a huge ordeal where we switched sides of the bed and constantly were bickering about what positions to lay in. He even made me get up and turn the fan on because his body temperature is insane. @.@ Then when he finally stopped moving and talking and complaining, I got to sleep for about an hour. Then his parents called and woke us both up at a little before 9:30AM. He got up, but I tried to go back to sleep. It didn't work. I got up and we had some breakfast. Then we watched CSI for a while and lit a fire. At like 12:30PM we had lunch, which was really good. =] When we were done with that, we played some games and watched more CSI/TV. Rosie came over at like 4:15PM, and we played a few games of Mancala and one of Scrabble. Right after we finished, Alana came over. I fed the cats at almost 6PM, and Rosie and Lana came with me to see them. =] Greg tried to feed the inside cats, which was cute, but he ended up not doing it quite right, so I thanked him but told him to let me do it in the future so I know all the cats are fed. =p Anyway, so after feeding the little cuties, we made dinner for ourselves. Rosie was eating with her family, so she only had a little slice of pizza and a pizza roll or two, and Lana had a slice, some pizza rolls and some salad. Greg and I had 3 slices each of the pizza, a bunch of pizza rolls and some salad also. When we finished, we all played a few games of twister, lol. I lost every time, and my muscles/joints started to hurt after a while, so I had to stop. Greg and Lana were pretty good though, haha. After we played that, Rosie had to leave (at 8PM) and we packed up the game. Greg, Lana, and I watched CSI for the rest of the time Greg was with us, and we also had tea and a little dessert-type food. Greg a left before 10PM because he has to work tomorrow. =[ But yeah. Lana and I then came upstairs and I went on my computer and checked some email, saved the date for this entry, and then my mom and Glenn called. Glenn had us look up their flight back, and Lana told them about this random hot dog place that we figured out was right nearby their hotel. Lol. It was funny. After we talked to them for a little bit I got off the phone and then went to go do some dishes. Lana took my laptop and was on Facebook playing some games while I did the dishes. I then took my shower, and here I am. About ready to go pass out. I do have to get up at 7AM again. @.@ Bleh.

Anyway, Lana's pretty much asleep and I'm going to brus my hair and get into my bed. (She's in DJ's bed in a sleeping bag. XD)

[Epi-G T-BaggZ] Doesn't Know How She Feels About Having One More Day Left.

AKA

xX Ame ~*~ Hana Xx