Molly, for a lack of a better title.

I was talking with Molly yesterday about what she wished she had done before all of this had started.
She told me about this boy she thought was attractive in her school. She never told him she thought this, so nothing ever happened. She wished she had done something, because you never know what could have been.

I think she's hinting.

Reasons to Happy Dance.

I have two right now.

There were nerds on America's Got Talent last night who made music with LIGHTNING.
I'm as close to love as I'll ever get.

This: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Life/Relationships/Man-Woman/Chubby-men-as-attractive-as-men-with-six-packs/articleshow/5968443.cms
I'm not the only one, eh? (;


Update: Molly hasn't gotten better, but she hasn't gotten worse.

But two happy dances in 48 hours?
That's never happened before.
Get well soon, Molly. Let's make it three.

Molly.

An update:
She isn't doing well.
I got a call from her mom last night saying she wasn't responding well to the chemo, and was having seizures.
Not good.
She also isn't eating very much, but that's obvious.
But still not good.
I didn't sleep last night.
I miss her.
Fingers crossed for a quick and speedy recovery.


P.S. I'm looking for a Tardis for the Molly Adventure (temp. name) this summer.
Anyone know where I can find one?

P.P.S. Who am I kidding. Nobody reads this. I'm just talking to myself via computer.
Hey, it helps get the thoughts out.

Updates of hospitalized Molly.

Molly's still in the hospital, of course.
I received the news this morning that she has lukemia.
She's such a pretty, smart, intelligent girl; She doesn't deserve this at all.
Around ten she called and we talked until about one.
We talked about school, and how much she's going to miss the last bit of her freshman year.
We talked about what's been going on.
We talked about how, when she gets out, we're going to have a huge sleepover and party for weeks on end.
When she gets out, it will be so great.
My heart goes out to her family right now.
Man, I miss her.
Her mom may come pick me up after school to go see her, which will not be easy.
She starts treatment today, I believe.
I hope she feels good enough for a visit.

Hold on, Molly. Everything is going to be okay.

Long month.

I've been reading a lot lately.
Surprise, right?

Chewie has seven teeth now. I wish I could be there for him, cute little baby.

It's been a tough few days.
A good friend of mine passed away on Sunday.
And Molly's in the hospital.
I can't aford to cry in school,
so over and out.

The future and junk.

It's Mother's Day, and I'm oddly happy.
Weird for a Mother's Day, really.

What have I been up to, you ask?
Well, I've been planning out the next five years of my life, give or take. Let's take this one step at a time.
For the next two years of high school:
-Keep those grades up, I need a good GPA. It's pretty much my ticket to college at this point.
-Get a scholarship.
-And a job. I need a job so bad, you can't imagine.
-I need about $8,000 for a road trip with a friend of mine. Not just a 'hey, let's go on a roadtrip' kind of deal. Like a, I am going to college in Washington, so let's drive there kind of deal.
-Join clubs. Clubs look good on applications of all kinds.
-Learn Spanish. Two years of a language is necessary to get into most of the good colleges, and all of the ones that I am looking at.
-Buy a car that can handle the cross-country trip.
-Take as many of Greene's classes as possible. Which means just getting all of the necessary stuff out of the way now.
-Graduate with flying colors. I wouldn't mind being in the top 100 of my class. In fact, I kind of strive for it.
-Start packing for said trip.
-Adopt a dog from a shelter or rescue.
-Apply and get accepted to a Washington college, preferably Washington State University.

After graduation:
-Roadtrip, obviously.
-Record roadtrip.
-Have a blast on roadtrip.
-Spend maybe a month or so with mom.
-Move in with sister. -Pending.-
-Get another job.
-Go to college to be a veterinarian or animal caretaker of sorts.
-Have a great life. Hopefully.

Fingers crossed.

Will Grayson, Will Grayson.

A kid in our school comitted suicide on Saturday.
It's weird to see how everyone is reacting.
I barely knew him, but it still stings.
I've seen three people crying.
A few on the verge of.
Even a few people making fun of him.
Most people are just going on with their normal lives.
I don't understand death, and I don't think we ever will until it actually happens to us.
Until then, we grieve.