i swear, i'd burn this city down to show you the light.
Grandma Update: She's here. Here as in downstairs, in the living room, watching Survivor in her wheelchair. Which is a thing of the good, I think. The hospital didn't ship her off to a nursing home, but we took her to one today, since my cousin who she'd been living with before the heart attack says he can't take care of her. I find this very intriguing. Who does he expect to take care of her then? My mother or one of her sisters, who are all over 50 and work pretty much fulltime jobs? He's unemployed, young, has the biggest house of us all, but no. He can't. Righto, buddy. We'll just let her sleep on our couch and when she needs to take a shower I'll just whip one up with my magic wand since we don't have one downstairs and there's no way she can come up here.
Not that I'm not glad to have her here. I am, a lot. But it's not very logical. It's definitely not a long-term solution. But I suppose it's the best we can do, it's not like anyone else is offering up any other options.
In better news, Spring Break has arrived. Yippee. I love having time off, even if I only go up to campus two times a week. I still have work to do but I have an entire week to do it, not just a weekend. Which means I'll probably put it off as long as possible, oops. I'm such a typical college kid. I love it. I'll probably just end up writing all week. My muses are up and running, though they are strange foreign muses I have never seen before. They want me to write original fic. I find this concept so alien I don't even know what to do with myself. I even tried to write something else - Supernatural fic, it would seem, but Winchester-banter is a little intimidating. I can't seem to write anything humorous when I'm trying, only when it just appears without my consent. So I guess I'll just write something about Stevie - my original character, not the footballer - since my brain wants it to happen so badly, or else, you know, I'll just stab my eyes out with a ballpoint pen. It's a toss up.
Also, I wish I could write poetry that wasn't complete crap.
Not that I'm not glad to have her here. I am, a lot. But it's not very logical. It's definitely not a long-term solution. But I suppose it's the best we can do, it's not like anyone else is offering up any other options.
In better news, Spring Break has arrived. Yippee. I love having time off, even if I only go up to campus two times a week. I still have work to do but I have an entire week to do it, not just a weekend. Which means I'll probably put it off as long as possible, oops. I'm such a typical college kid. I love it. I'll probably just end up writing all week. My muses are up and running, though they are strange foreign muses I have never seen before. They want me to write original fic. I find this concept so alien I don't even know what to do with myself. I even tried to write something else - Supernatural fic, it would seem, but Winchester-banter is a little intimidating. I can't seem to write anything humorous when I'm trying, only when it just appears without my consent. So I guess I'll just write something about Stevie - my original character, not the footballer - since my brain wants it to happen so badly, or else, you know, I'll just stab my eyes out with a ballpoint pen. It's a toss up.
Also, I wish I could write poetry that wasn't complete crap.
