the other day i logged on to my ichat account (accidently, stupid mac buttons!). i got an IM dating from about two weeks ago from my grandma saying that she was really upset and that she's had a really awful week. i guess she had to put her dog down, and now my grandpa is getting surgery on his knees. "sorry for bugging you, i love you." i felt horrible, she's there for me when i need her and i can't seem to return the favor. i cried a salty cry and listened to sad erykah badu songs because that's what i do.

today my world seems lighter. i smiled, i laughed, i joined in. all my classes were easy. i successfully avoided smelly-awkward-physically-attracted-to-me guy. my anthropology teacher gave us skittles and let us out an hour early because it's halloween this weekend (new favorite teacher material). grim came back with good news: we found a house in vegas. i think it's surprisingly beautiful (at least it does in the pictures, she actually saw it). two stories, wood floors, 3 car garage, and it's in a gated community. for being a poor kid for most of my life, i feel like the fresh prince of bel air (if we get it of course). even if we don't get the house, i'll still be stoked. i'm ready for changes.