"I think it's a sin to sit down and let your life go, without making a try for it."

Last night....

So yesterday evening was interesting.  I went to youth group.  We were supposed to go to a movie and then there was gonna be an overnighter.  I was just gonna go to the movie and go home.  But when I got there, only the really immature guys were there.  And they didn't want to see a movie.  I stood around a while.  Then my mom took me home.  I found out later that Jason showed up.  I so shoulda stayed.  I love that kid.  But anyways, I went home and my dad and I watched All the King's Men.  I didn't really like it.  It had it's moments, but they were few and far in between.  It put me to sleep.  My dad woke me up when it was over and I went upstairs.  It was interesting because Smurfy was online.  I sat there for like twenty or so minutes trying to think about our earlier conversation.  Then finally decided to talk to him.  Then realized why I shouldn't have.  It was probably the quickest conversation ever.  I went to bed, feeling mildly.. no extremely disappointed in my evening.  Mainly beacause it sucked in almost every way possible.  Oh yeah, and I didn't get one of the scholarships I applied for.  I kinda knew I wouldn't.  I spent a lot of time on that though. 

Today....
I'm still super excited about today.  I noly have maybe an ounce of homework (Thankyou Senior Day), so I finally get to clean up my room.  No lie.  I am excited about cleaning.  I hate living in such a mess.  Heather's tonight.  I think we are having a game night or something of that fashion.  I plan on forgetting yesterday today, and just having a wonderful day.  I'm feeling pretty good about myself right now.  OH yeah, one good thing about yesterday.  I got my shaky medicine.  The neurologist was really cool.  We talked to him a while about my grandpa (he goes there too).  The neurologist seems to think that he has frontal lobe dementia.  It really was an extremely fascinating conversation.  Maybe I should look into the feild of neurology a little bit.  He also told me that my grandma was a saint, and that they have the best love story ever.  They really do.  It's like my own next-door version of the Notebook.  Maybe that's why that movie didn't make me cry.  Because you can see how much love there was, and what great lives they lived, so why be sad over their deaths.  Well, before I get on some philosophical death conversation, I'm gonna go get some breakfast.  Have a great day everyone.  I know I will!