This week, I found out our former neighbor passed away suddenly. I've known this gentleman for a LONG time. He and his family were close friends with my mom. My mom seems kinda shaken up, for good reason, she was rather close to them. They hung out a lot, went out to dinner and what not. Me, although I lived next to them for a very long time, I never knew them that well. In fact I barely knew him more than I know the guy who moved in, early in the summer, on the other side of my moms. I feel indifferent about it. It truely is awful for his family. There is no doubt about it. But why do I not really "care"? Mom would like me to go to the memorial this Friday, which I really don't want to, because it shows respect for the family. I will probably go, but I will try my damnest to not talk to any of the family. I'd rather not put myself in a situation where I'm lying to their faces telling them how much I grieve their loss, when I kinda don't. Hey, shit happens to nice people all the time. That's the way it works, deal with it. Maybe I'm some kind of heartless bastard. Maybe I just see the bad and ugly side of life more clearly than others do and accept it for what it is. That being reality. In the end, I may be unable to sypathize with peoples loss when I feel no sort of attatchment. So, I'll just drive my self, sit in the back, and split afterward.
In better news, out of three classes so far, I've totally killed in two of my finals and expect to do the same on the last one this friday. Well, I guess thats enough for now. I'll leave you with the usual catgirl/3D hottie pics.... Peace out, Bitches!
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