Death

When I think, or thought i guess, of death, it was always my great grandmother or my distant aunt or someone that had lived a good life or someone that I never even knew that well. Now all I can think of is him, PJ. The boy that grew up into a man who I always looked up to. We were young, to me we were immortal. He is a part of most of the memories I have of my favourite place on the earth. I see him everywhere here; bending over the pool table downstairs with a pool cue, eating a sandwich in the kitchen after helping papa and uncle mark out in the yard, delivering papers to various different houses and businesses, bounding down the stairs at the call of his name "PEEEG", spending hours with me on his trampoline that took up half the backyard, bowling at the lanes, seeing a movie at the tiny town mall, eating at my favourite restaurant, running around and around the hall playing hide and seek, grounders at the lake, leading me to the swimming pool. I just don't know how to move past this when he is so alive in my mind still... 

sorry to say, I am one of those people...

One week today!

Next thursday I leave this country for two weeks on a mission trip to El Salvador!!!!! I am soooo excited! But at the same time a little sad to not be able to see some people for a long time. And the country is so different and I have no idea what to expect! I might have to man up a bit for it though.... I am such a wuss xD
And there will be much bigger bugs :s 

900th Post

I have to start my essay tonight. And get a great deal of it done. I only have tonight and tomorrow night and possibly some spares before friday. I might not go to dance. I have to get the flow going. My work space is clean now :D
I have so much shit to do. As does everyone else.
Which is why it's really useless to complain to people because they are in the exact same predicament.... which is where my blog comes in handy :P rant rant rant.... i hate school...

SUMMER HERE WE COME!