(the other person's name is blacked out cuz I don't know how they feel about sharing that info--but you know who you are)

[00:55] edgysasquatch: "Attention customers: Testicles.  That is all."

[00:55] edgysasquatch: ... I am so doing a soundcheck with that.

[00:55] SeaAmenome: haha

[00:55] SeaAmenome: mine would be just random insults

[00:56] SeaAmenome: "you in the front, you look like a hobo"

[00:56] SeaAmenome: "drunkard by the bar, you're showing crack..."

[00:57] edgysasquatch: No, you know what?  I would babble off science nerd stuff.  Basic programming code and the three laws of robotics and shit.

[00:57] SeaAmenome: "roadie to my left...get a haircut..."

[00:57] edgysasquatch: ... both of which I know.

[00:57] edgysasquatch: NO.

[00:57] edgysasquatch: I KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO.

[00:57] edgysasquatch: I would spout off random spoilers for various movies and stuff.

[00:58] edgysasquatch: "Oh, and, by the way, Dumbledore dies..."

[00:58] SeaAmenome: oh man! start rambling off 70's  disco lyrics. a la Cake

[00:58] edgysasquatch: ... ahahah I like that.

[00:58] edgysasquatch: Or, like, Jack Handy "Deep Thoughts" stuff

[00:58] SeaAmenome: i will...survive

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[02:35] edgysasquatch: Well, if I go into a diabetic coma and die, at least I'll know that the last thing I did was enjoy some kickass cheesecake

[02:36] SeaAmenome: that's...comforting

[02:36] SeaAmenome: ...i guess...

[02:36] edgysasquatch: ... if you're me, it is.

[02:36] edgysasquatch: I'd rather that than my last moments be, like... you or Sanchez coming after me with a chainsaw.

[02:36] edgysasquatch: ... cake or death, Dia?

[02:36] SeaAmenome: ...cake...

[02:37] SeaAmenome: wait...

[02:37] SeaAmenome: yeah, cake :)

[02:37] edgysasquatch: I apparently chose all of the above.  hurgh.

[02:37] SeaAmenome: i wouldn't actually come at you with a chainsaw

[02:37] SeaAmenome: i might rev it up a bit...

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[04:18] SeaAmenome: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

[04:19] edgysasquatch: I sleeeep after this

[04:19] edgysasquatch: sleep goood

[04:19] SeaAmenome: *snore, cough, snore*

[04:19] edgysasquatch: ...

[04:19] edgysasquatch: Claudio showering

[04:19] SeaAmenome: ...i actually don't snore

[04:19] SeaAmenome: god damn you

[04:19] edgysasquatch: ahahhahaa!

[04:19] edgysasquatch: now are you seriously complaining?

[04:19] SeaAmenome: yes, i was falling asleep

[04:20] edgysasquatch: ... I'm sorry?

[04:20] SeaAmenome: hopefully to a nice dream...

[04:20] edgysasquatch: well

[04:20] edgysasquatch: go to sleep now

[04:20] edgysasquatch: And have an even better dream

[04:20] SeaAmenome: but noooooooooo, someone had to kill that didn't they?

[04:20] edgysasquatch: : D

[04:21] SeaAmenome: s'not that easy

[04:21] SeaAmenome: insomnia and such. it creeps up on me. i'll be falling asleep and all of a sudden my mind goes 'hey! let's go for a walk!'

[04:21] edgysasquatch: ahaha, I have the same problem

[04:21] edgysasquatch: It comes in waves like that

[04:22] SeaAmenome: my insomniac episode this weekend...it was like a blackout

[04:22] SeaAmenome: i remember talking to you and being at kat's but the specifics are lost

[04:22] edgysasquatch: Yeesh

[04:22] edgysasquatch: Well

[04:23] edgysasquatch: There was talk of tying me, Claudio, and Gerard up in a graveyard.

[04:23] SeaAmenome: you?

[04:23] SeaAmenome: why you?

[04:23] SeaAmenome: what'd you do?

[04:23] edgysasquatch: Yes, because.  ... I don't remember.  OH RIGHT, I was joking about you raping me for some reason.  Hang on, I have quotes.

[04:23] SeaAmenome: ....yuh oh

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edgysasquatch (1254:58 AM): KAT, HELP ME. I'M GONNA GET TIED UP AND RAPED IN A GRAVEYARD.

 SeaAmenome (12:55:00 AM): compared to fourteen, not so much

 edgysasquatch (12:55:05 AM): THERE'S GONNA BE A CHAINSAW.

 SeaAmenome (12:55:41 AM): fuck yeah!

 edgysasquatch (12:56:00 AM): oh sh-- D:

 edgysasquatch (12:56:19 AM): I would say CLAUDIO HELP ME but he'd be the one behind the chainsaw.

 SeaAmenome (12:57:08 AM): haha, yeah

 SeaAmenome (12:57:26 AM): oh geez, kinky chainsaw sex...that's even too much for me

 edgysasquatch (12:57:48 AM): ... I meant threatening me and keeping me there, but whatever floats ya boat, kiddo.

 edgysasquatch (1:40:55 AM): CAN... YOU... STAKE... MY... HEART?!

 SeaAmenome (1:41:17 AM): ...alvin?

 edgysasquatch (1:41:42 AM): ... yes, that's my secret identity.

 edgysasquatch (1:42:10 AM): You were planning on kidnapping and raping Alvin in a graveyard with Claudio Sanchez standing guard with a chainsaw.

 SeaAmenome (1:42:18 AM): well, my whole belief system just went to shit

 edgysasquatch (1:42:19 AM): ... welcome to the Twilight Zone.

 *planets align*

 *birds and angels sing*

 *all is right with the world*

 SeaAmenome (2:00:01 AM): ....right well, i'm still not fucking you

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[04:26] edgysasquatch:  I wish I could remember what led to me being tied up in the graveyard... I think it was just me coming to the conclusion that you were trying to seduce me.

[04:26] SeaAmenome: how the hell did you get there?

[04:26] edgysasquatch:  ... well, you were being Creepy Uncle Dia, and I was like, "are you trying to seduce me?" And you said something like "Always."  I was like, "I KNEW IT."

[04:27] edgysasquatch:  And then we discussed me going to jail because you're jailbait

[04:27] SeaAmenome: not by that much! okay, there's the flashback...

[04:27] edgysasquatch:  ahaha yep

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[04:32] edgysasquatch:  ... you're a very special, special girl.

[04:32] edgysasquatch:  Just so you know.

[04:32] SeaAmenome: oh i know.

[04:32] edgysasquatch:  And I mean that with all the love in the world

[04:32] SeaAmenome: graveyard sex is new, though.

[04:32] SeaAmenome: dunno how that came up but w/e

[04:32] edgysasquatch:  you apparently liked the prospect

[04:33] SeaAmenome: yup

[04:33] SeaAmenome: still do

[04:33] SeaAmenome: not with you though

[04:33] edgysasquatch:  well, I think it originally started with Claudio/dead!Gerard necrophilia somehow

[04:33] edgysasquatch:  ... I've got no clue what lead to that

[04:33] SeaAmenome: okay, no. necrophilia, nonono

[04:33] SeaAmenome: that was you

[04:33] edgysasquatch:  Yeah, that was me

[04:33] SeaAmenome: you took the graveyard thing a step too far

[04:33] edgysasquatch:  For the record, no, I am not into necrophilia.

[04:33] edgysasquatch:  I just find it hilarious.

[04:34] edgysasquatch:  ... which is possibly just as bad

[04:34] SeaAmenome: ick

[04:34] edgysasquatch:  something somewhere in my brain is horribly misplaced

[04:34] SeaAmenome: that can't be sanitary. not that that's the only thing wrong with it

[04:35] edgysasquatch:  pahahahhaha

[04:35] edgysasquatch:  as I said... you're a special girl.

[04:35] edgysasquatch:  Ahaha

[04:36] SeaAmenome: i'm a tad germaphobic. and it's only worsened by my OCD

[04:36] SeaAmenome: you can see how i got to that

[04:36] edgysasquatch:  I'd imagine so.

[04:36] edgysasquatch:  But germs are not my immediate concern with necrophilia

[04:36] edgysasquatch:  Actually, my first thought is usually, "Is necrophilia rape?"

[04:36] SeaAmenome: why are we having this conversation?!?

[04:37] SeaAmenome: ....is it?

[04:37] edgysasquatch:  ... because it's obscene hours of the morning and I've had a lot of sugar and haven't slept?

 SEE?!  It's a fair question.

[04:37] edgysasquatch:  me and my friend JJ once discussed whether or not sex with zombies was rape

[04:38] SeaAmenome: well, it's not like they can give their consent

[04:38] SeaAmenome: so maybe that's where the rape part comes in?

[04:38] edgysasquatch:  Yeah

[04:39] edgysasquatch:  ... I'm still amused by "right well, I'm still not fucking you"

[04:39] edgysasquatch:  for some reason.

[04:39] edgysasquatch:  S'like GEE, THANKS A LOT

[04:39] SeaAmenome: i don't swing that way, doll. sorry

[04:39] edgysasquatch:  ... I only do half of the time?

[04:39] edgysasquatch:  :P

[04:39] edgysasquatch:  hahaha!

[04:39] SeaAmenome: haha

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[04:31] edgysasquatch: Also, OH-HO, DIA, WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?

[04:32] SeaAmenome: yeah, i've seen that one

[04:32] SeaAmenome: and uh, i'm not ....sure...

[04:34] SeaAmenome: yo, dude. should i be scared

[04:34] edgysasquatch: Uh, I don't think so

[04:34] edgysasquatch: if the pants come off, then worry

[04:34] SeaAmenome: hahaha

[04:35] SeaAmenome: oh, self. livin' up to the name...

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[02:48] SeaAmenome: AT THE END OF THE WORRRRRLD

[02:49] SeaAmenome: OR THE LAST THING I SEEEEEEEE

[02:49] edgysasquatch: YOU WERE

[02:49] edgysasquatch: NEVER COMING HOME NEVER COMING HOME

[02:49] edgysasquatch: ... MIKEEEEEEEEY ;_____;

[02:50] SeaAmenome: RUN, MIKEY, RUNNNNN

[02:50] SeaAmenome: my itunes is bumming me out, man

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[00:28] SeaAmenome: HI!!!!

[00:28] edgysasquatch: HI

[00:28] edgysasquatch: You seem enthusiastic.

[00:28] SeaAmenome: right?

[00:29] SeaAmenome: i don't know how that happened...

[00:29] edgysasquatch: Ahaha!

[00:29] edgysasquatch: You suddenly sprouted a soul

[00:29] SeaAmenome: hmm, that must be it.

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[03:10] SeaAmenome: yeah, i didn't even try to read that

[03:10] edgysasquatch: ahahaha

[03:11] SeaAmenome: mother fucker

[03:12] SeaAmenome: just so you know, in the next few minutes you are going to be reading a slew of obscenities

[03:12] edgysasquatch: ... okay!

[03:12] SeaAmenome: also, Nightmare Of You

[03:12] SeaAmenome: *_*

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[03:25] edgysasquatch: he also carries around a cross-shaped gun that probably weighs more than he does

[03:25] SeaAmenome: if Dia were a preacher...

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In conclusion, I need to start IMing again

THIS WILL TAKE A MINUTE OF YOUR TIME AND WILL SAVE A CREATURE – AND HOPEFULLY REMOVE THIS SO-CALLED 'ARTIST'!!!

http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/petition.html

It's funny how I always get those "you're gorgeous" or "soooo pretty" photo comments, and while I'm reading them I'm usually in pajamas, no makeup, crazy hair, with my glasses on.

I had surgery on tuesday, removal of wisdom teeth. It doesn't hurt so much now but that's with taking ibuprofen for swelling and vicodin for pain. Even though it's been 2 days since I got out, my mouth, or gums I guess, are still bleeding. Which is why I'm home today and not at school. I keep having to stuff gauze in my mouth. I don't mind the taste of blood, it's just that there's so much of it.

You guys should of seen me when I got out of recovery. The anesthesia made my nose bleed so I had dried blood all around my nose, and my gums were bleeding like crazy. They had these huge gauze rolls that filled with blood in about 15 minutes time. So my mouth looked like I had some kind of disease.

When I got home, I fell asleep and my mom had to wake me up to clean the blood off my face cuz you know I was numb, so I had been drooling but instead of, like, drool, there was blood.

Of course...I kind of have a thing for blood so as disgusting as it felt/looked, I still thought it was kinda cool

So it's been awhile since I posted a blog right? Here's what's been happenin'.

I still have my livejournal, you should add me if you have one. I update regularly, and I mean that. lj username: miss_ericacourt 

I also have a buzznet which is not really mine. It belongs to the Toxic Twins. I think that's like, our alter-ego or some shit. It kinda feels that way. Anywho, add us if you have a buzznet (we've fixed it so that it now looks halfway decent. thanks a bunch to helena) Toxic Twins on Buzznet

I think that's pretty much it. FYI: I'm going to voodoo fest again this year...anyone else? I'm also going to see Coheed and Cambria in houston on the 16th and austin on the 17th. Who's going to those?

ciao bella,

dia

Thank you for remembering all my insecurities.
Thank you for talking me down.
Thank you for trying as hard as you do to convince me that eventually I will get what I want.
Thank you for sticking up for me.
Thank you for always thinking of me.
Thank you for putting up with all my bullshit.
Thank you for not cutting me out of your life just because I snapped at you more than I normally do.
Thank you so much for helping me get through all this shit.
Thank you for being the really really good friend I need.
Thank you for being honest with me.
Thank you for noticing certain things about me that I don't even think about.
Thank you for the many ego-boosts.

Thank you.


I know you wanted to be there for me. I would've liked you to be there too but it's not your fault. I might've not done it that night, but I'd probably have found a way to. It doesn't matter to me if you were there or not. I wouldn't expect you to be, in the middle of the night, on a school night.
What matters to me is that when I opened the door you immediately gave me a huge hug. That you continously apologized even though somewhere in your twisted little mind you had to know you weren't at fault.

You can stop worrying now. I will sure as hell never do that again. I'll be fine. We're the almighty powerful twins remember? None of that shit is stopping either one of us. Not a chance in hell.

I had to post this; I think it's the nicest thing I've read about My Chem/My Chem fans in a long time.

With the fame that My Chem has, you are damn lucky to be a fan of My Chem.

A band that still, almost without fail, has at least one of their members come out after each show unless he's sick or they have to rush off, you are fucking lucky to be a My Chem fan.

A band where the fucking frontman is the second most likely member to meet with fans, you are fucking lucky to be a My Chem fan.

A band that cares enough to post on their website when and why one of their members has to take some leave, you are fucking lucky to be a My Chem fan.

A band whose lead guitarist is the most genuine, down to earth sweetheart and talks to you like you're someone he'd like to get to know, you are fucking lucky to be a My Chem fan.

A band that's pushing themselves almost too hard, doing double sets just so they can bring their fucking genius vision to life, pushing the boundaries of a concept album further than it ever properly has been, you are fucking lucky to be a My Chem fan.

A band that at Bakesale '06, when another band bitched about doing the required signing, and had twice as many fans waiting in line as said other band and still fucking did a signing, and smiled and listened and gave out hugs when asked, you are fucking lucky to be a My Chem fan.

A band whose lead singer cleaned up and got his life in order, and respects the fuck out of women so much that when some chick asked him to sign her boob he was surly the rest of the night, you are fucking lucky to be a My Chem fan.

A band that actually cares, and lets you know that they care, that they saved your fucking life, you are fucking lucky to be a My Chem fan.

Taken from a comment on an AOL blog ( My Chem and Yellowcard Fans Go To War ) from someone by the name of Andrea.

I, for one, am glad to be a My Chem fan!

This is a bit late, but quinceanera planning is a bitch (more on that later) and i can't sleep so i might as well do something..."productive".

ToC Madness!!!!!!!

We left austin about two hours later than we wanted for no reason other than my mother and i will always be running late no matter the place, time or date.  After picking up shelby, stopping at a gas station and getting snacks for the road i was pretty much praying to every god i could think of that we'd get there in time and at least be able to see the bands.

Three hours later we were pulling up to a deserted looking hotel with a dirty pool and way too many tv channels (you can tell how crappy the hotel is by the amount of channels the place gets. the more channels the shittier the room.) After leaving our shit in the room we drove to the concrete st. amphitheater and managed to find decent parking not to far away from the place.

Walking towards the entrance with the sun in our faces we were seeing tons of shadows that looked like trees. Turns out all those 'trees' were really people, all waiting to get into the place. We didn't have to wait in line for too long and didn't even need my mom to get inside (she had been told that "children" under 15 couldn't get in without an adult). Although they were checking bags, security at the entrance was pretty shitty; that was the least amount of frisking i have ever had to endure for this type of show.

While we were already inside, so to speak, my mom was still in the long ass line and didn't get in until about twenty minutes after we did.

The battle of the bands winners played right away so we didn't get to see much of them but the band that came on after them, Evaline, was pretty good...that is until the singer stuck his hand down his pants. When Billie Joe does it, it's hot, when this kid did it, it was just disturbing. Around the time Chiodos was on i started to realize my mom was probably freaking out. We looked around for a while before giving up completely and focusing on catching a glimpse of what was going on backstage, hopefully something involving The Used. Those boys were the only ones that didn't sign, yeah i know they're headliners but still.

I'm not a big fan of Aiden so the only thing i'll say about their set was that shelby crowd surfed at some point during their time while i held her stuff and stood a safe distance away from any mosh pits. When we finally found eachother again, we decided it was about time we start working our way up to the front. I was all for it until we started getting into mosh pit territory and i started having horrifying flashbacks of last year's taste of chaos (if you don't know the story, i left the venue shaking, high as hell-through no fault of my own- with a concussion, bruises all over my arms, and later a bruise on my forehead, and a wrist and ankle that felt as if they were sprained for the next two days). Shelby managed to convince me that nothing bad was going to happen, even after seeing that mosh pits do, in fact, follow me, and we were pretty close for saosin and senses fail.

By the time 30 seconds to mars was on the stage (which took a while, way too many props in my opinion, although it was a cool set) i had managed to get a hold of the barricade bar thingy, which comes in handy when being pushed every which way. I of course sang along to every song i knew-not that many- and even screamed a bit, okay a lot. Somewhere in between set changes Shelby and i were reunited as some guy got annoyed with us yelling to eachother and let her get right up next to the barricade behind him.

And then The Used came on. We were on Quinn's side of the stage and i nearly pissed myself when he walked on stage, needless to say my reaction to Bert's entrance was pretty much the same but with a bit more screaming. Of course Shelby and i screamed our hearts out to every song, even the new ones we didn't know and halfway through i'm pretty sure my throat started bleeding. Some of the highlights of the set were: me and the girl next to me waving at Quinn and Quinn waving back, Bert looking right fucking at us, Quinn lifting up his shirt, Bert lifting up his shirt, (bert to quinn) "i love you quinn", (bert to some guy in the crowd that wouldn't cooperate when he asked the crowd to split down the middle) "okay tough guy get out of the middle", the taste of ink, i caught fire ( my absolute favorite songs by them) and an acoustic version of on my own.

By the end of their set my voice sounded like mickey mouse if he smoked ten packs a day and i was half deaf, but it was definately one of the best shows i have ever been to, much, much better than ToC last year.

It took a while to fall asleep after that and the next morning i woke up with i caught fire stuck in my head. I could barely talk and was tired as hell but i couldn't stop smiling the whole way home. Later i realized i had a bar-shaped bruise across my arm from leaning against the barricade and i fucked up my voice even more because i couldn't stop listening to in love and death and singing along.

I got some kick-ass videos and pics that i will put up as soon as i figure out how to do that from my phone.

FYI: concrete st. amphitheatre, best venue ever!!! it's completely outdoors and you can see the stage pretty well no matter where you are. Plus when we were there the weather was cool so with everyone pushing up against everyone i hardly even broke a sweat. It's so nice to know that most of the sweat on you is yours.

So we have a place, we have a dj, we have the menus, we're close to having the invitations, we had the dresses for the damas and all we really needed was my dress.

Now before you go and say, it's a month away, what are you doing, why didn't you get it sooner, remember that my grandmother died a few months ago and there were much more important things to do instead of planning a stupid party.

Anyway, about two weeks ago i went dress shopping with my mom and kat. I already knew what the dress looked like and i had the names and addresses of at least five stores all over austin. We spent the entire day looking for that dress, we were treated like shit, i was insulted and felt up at the same time, and was convinced to try on a dress that was nothing like the one i wanted only to have the skirt practically thrown over my head by the saleswoman as she fixed the petticoat, in. the. middle. of. the. store!! and right in front of the mirror so that even if you were on the other side of the store you still had a nice view of my ass. Lucky kat was in front of me and could only see my angry and embarassed mouthing as opposed to the color of my underwear.

So after all of that, we still couldn't find the damn dress. My mother, being the wonderful person that she is (no sarcasm), called the fucking warehouse and stores all over texas and even one in new york to try to find this dress. She ended up locating one...in dallas. So last saturday we hopped in the car and drove to dallas.

Now dallas is a bit farther away than say, san antonio, but somehow we made it there in three hours. I'm not sure how my mother did it, basically i held my breath and covered my eyes as she sped to try to get there before the store closed. After breaking speed limits in  round rock, waco, hillsboro, and  italy (yes italy, texas), making several illegal u-turns, a near death experiance going the wrong way on a one way with oncoming traffic (and a lot of it), trying on a dress twice with at least four strangers in the room and a news camara just outside the curtain, a few particularly horrifying trips over railroad tracks, and a shitload of swearing, screaming and circling, and even some tears, we were back home and showing off my dress to any family member who lived near by.

I do love my mother, especially for driving all the way to dallas and back in one weekend to get me the dress that i absolutely had to have, but it's times like those, when i'm staring at an SUV barreling down the street towards us, or watching the same building go by the window for the twenty-some-odd time that i wonder if i really am related to her. 

All in all it was a good trip, and i got the dress i wanted. Now the dresses for the damas...that's a whole other story...... 

okay guys, i'm not exactly sure why but i've created a little thing known as a livejournal for myself. nothing fancy, i'm still new at this. if any of you have one, be a friend, i need friends, i'm lonely.

username is miss_ericacourt

who can figure out where that came from?

"i'll move the knife to show you of my cuts..."

Well, I hope everyone had a good thanksgiving, or at least I hope it was better than mine.

My mom, dad, and I weren't going to do anything special, we had planned on just the three of us and some lasagna but everything didn't exactly go as planned.

On the first day we had off, wednesday, my grandmother, my father's mother,  fell, broke her leg, and was taken to the hospital. As a result of that, we had cousins from everywhere dropping in on thursday, thanksgiving day.  Everyone from my dad's side was together but not exactly for the best reasons.  Friday, the uncles, aunts, and older cousins went to see Abuela in the hospital.  My mom and I took my second cousins to the mall. All of us have issues with hospitals and were trying to distract ourselves.  Everyone left later and on saturday, my mom and I went to houston to get my great aunt, my grandmother's sister.

If you know me and/or my grandmother, you know that she fell earlier this year, in july, and broke her leg in another place and had to have surgery.  Because of that she was recovering in a rehab center for a few months and had only been in her apartment a few weeks before this incident occured.

On friday my grandma was supposed to have surgery but was too weak because of the one before and they decided not to.  The next day my dad called my mom and told her that they were moving my Abuela to a hospice center.  Anyone who's been in this situation knows what that means and if you don't, find someone to explain it to you cuz I'm sure as hell not going to.  So my mother and I had the lovely task of informing her sister of her condition.  As soon as we arrived in austin we went straight to the place and spent a couple hours with my grandma and my cousins, a few of which got there earlier that day.  Saturday night, the two oldest cousins spent the night with her in her room.

Sunday was pretty much the same, all of us in the room talking to her, making sure she wasn't in pain.  The medication she was on kept her from feeling any pain but also kept her pretty much unconscious.  Most of the cousins left later that day.  Sunday night, my grandmother's sister spent the night in the room with her.

Monday was complete hell for me and my parents.  My grandmother was doing a bit worse and her four sons took off of work to be here.  After school, my mom and I went to see a hotel for my quinceanera and then out to eat.  After that, we went to see Abuela, the oldest cousin, the first grandchild, was there with her.  The nurse came in after about an hour and took my grandmother off the oxygen she was on because it wasn't really helping her.

Based on the title of this blog, I'm guessing you can figure out how this story ends.

So, for those who care, I feel like shit.  We are having a memorial service on december 16th, the anniversary of my grandfather, my grandma's husband's, death.  I don't expect anyone to do anything, I was just thinking, maybe, you might want to know.