Prayers, M'n'Ms and Mondays

First off, I would like to announce that my Great Uncle Grant (on my dad's side) is dying in the hospital. And my dad is really sad and so is the rest of everyone who knows him. Himself especially because his very own brother refuses to come and see him-- Chuck wants to remember Grant as he was, not how he is. I never met him, so his death is sad, by does not greatly affect me.

I think death is an interesting thing. Sad-- yes. Everyone eventually returns to the dust from which they came. Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.

Secondly, I would like to tell everyone out there that I hope you had a happy Easter (yes, I realize it was a week ago, but my week was rough). Mine was full of M'n'Ms and vampyres. I did not spell it wrong, btw, that is how it is spelled in the book I am reading-- so HA, Lindsey.

And third is about school and Mondays and how I didn't end up going to detention (yayayayayayayayayayayayay: my way of saying 'yay' cuz I talk really fast-- ask Lindsey). ANYWAY, I can honestly say that I am excellent at the whole advertising thing in English at school, but I hate it. H-A-T-E it.

Well, okay. I'm bored now. I'm gonna go check my email. Maybe play some of those games that turn your mind into mush (don't you dare comment on that, Lindsey). See ya!