Day 11: Blood Is Thicker Than Water?

it's been exactly one week since my grandfather's passing, and 5 days since i actually heard the news.  today is the first day that i've felt ok, relatively speaking.  this has been an extremely difficult time for me as this is the first death that i've experienced, and the way that i received the news has left me sad, angry and confused.

3 weeks ago, my mother told me (via email...) that my grandfather had been diagnosed with a rare but treatable form of bone marrow cancer and that with a pill form of medication he would continue to live a long and happy life.  if you read my blog post from that day, you'll remember that i was quite upset that such serious news (no matter how optimistic doctors were) was delivered to me via email.  i tried to convince myself that if my mother was deeply concerned about my grandfather's health she would've taken the time to call me.  well, now i don't know what to think.

Day 10: R.I.P.

my grandfather passed away.
my grandfather passed away.
my grandfather passed away.
my grandfather passed away.
my grandfather passed away.



even writing those words it doesn't seem real.  my heart is broken and i feel hollow.  i just can't believe he's gone.  i don't know what else to say.

i love you papa.

Day 9: WTF

i've lived overseas for about two and a half months now, and i actually haven't talked to my mom on the phone since... but we do email each other at least once a week.
just so you have some background, my mom and i have never been very close.  she had me when she was young and when her mother (my grandmother) learned she was pregnant with me, she was basically disowned.
my mom and dad are very different people, and i often wonder what brought them together in high school.  my mom was the A student, star athlete type while my dad only got good marks in the arts and was a serious pot head.  really it doesn't matter, because somehow they ended up together and having an unplanned pregnancy.

Day 8: Long Weekends Are The Best

alright, so i' not writing this blog daily (which i think i mentioned in the last post).  as much as i would really like to, it's not realistic.  since i've only been living abroad for two and a half months, everything is still so new and exciting so i feel i have to take every chance i have to go out and experience it on my own or with new friends.

it's a bank holiday weekend which means i have 3 glorious days of whatever i want.  prue and i had planned to go to manchester for the weekend, just to get out of london and also so i could see a new part of the uk.  well, it was a last minute scramble and things just didn't work out so we decided we would make the most of the weekend closer to home.  essentially i've been partying (hard) for the past 2 days and loving every minute of it...  going to a couple after hours clubs and having a mini house/room party with some friends.

not sure what tonight will consist of, but there is a high chance that we will be dancing up a storm at a club somewhere.

Day 7: Things Don't Always Go As Planned

all week, like literally since monday, i've been dying to go out.  today (friday) was meant to be an amazing night of friends, good music, and a little booty shaking.  well, that didn't happen.  the two friends i had planned to go out with both bailed because they were tired.  to say i was annoyed is a gross understatement.  i tried my best to be understanding given karen (my aussie friend) has to work tomrorow, and prue has been burning the midnight oil for 3 days straight.  but at the same time i was really disappointed because i feel like if the shoe was on the other foot, i still would have made the effort and gone out with them because i knew it was important and they had been looking forward to it for so long.

oh well, as my grams always says to me i often give too much to my friends and expect a lot in return.  when i say a lot i don't mean anything greater than what i can offer, but i'm willing to sacrifice myself to help a good friend have a great time.  i know karen and prue didn't do this intentionally, and this is probably just the booze talking (well probably not), but i don't think it was too much to ask for them to come out with me even just for an hour.  what do you think??

Day 6: Knackered...

alright, it's only been 6 days since i started this blog and i've already failed at posting daily, but for good reason!  i was told that i was getting paid yesterday, but i was grossly misinformed.  this totally screwed my whole day as i spent it trying to figure out how i was going to get to work... and then home again.  it all worked out in the end, but by the time i did get home i was dead tired and was desperate for sleep.

other than that nothing eventful happened.  tonight should hopefully bring some excitement as i'm going out with some friends.  time to tear this city up!

Day 5: Same old, Same old

happy wednesday!  today is a good day since:

a) it's wednesday, which means tomorrow's thursday, which means it's basically friday
b) i get paid tomorrow

today was pretty uneventful... work was really busy for me but it was nice to actually have to use my brain again.  after work prue picked me up which was a nice treat because i got to sit in a cab while she dropped off some of the clothes that she used to style the celeb last week.  i got to pretend i was her assistant and go to a pr agency and see some amazing shoes and clothes that aren't available to the general public.  i fell in love with a pair of shoes there.  i didn't think anyone noticed me staring at them until prue and i got back in the cab and said "you loved those shoes didn't you? i saw you eyeing them."

that's all i got for today!