So Here's how this Goes.

Grandpa's funeral was today.
Step-gma was all shakey and tipping over the whole time.
We bought 2 dozen roses and gave them out, I put three on Grandma's headstone because they wanted to be buried together anyways, and then I put one on Grandpa's (He had enough from other people.)

I will forever miss going to Grandpa's house and watching him put in milk before his tea. I will forever miss cabbage rolls and those gaudy, ugly teapots and seafoam colored walls.
R.I.P Grandpa

Then we went to the church, met someone who knew my grandma (she died when I was two.)
Then out to a Linner (lunch/dinner) to one of his favorite spots, had his favorite cellery bread, then we went to his old ice cream spot, then we left. On the way back to the chruch to get my uncles' car, ym mom gets a call saying that grandpa's brain is bleeding.


Holy fucking shit.



Basically, when he had his stroke X amount of years ago, his brain bled which led to parlysis, lost the ability to speak coherently (all he could do was swear, and sing in French. Yeah, appaerntly having a stroke teaches you a language you never knew before, Who knew?) anyways, he had been acting weird the apst couple of days so I dunno if it had been bleeding for a while or if it happened there cuz I'm not about to ask my mom.

My aunt was calling my mom and filling her in, BAWLING, both of them. and I was texting my cousin keeping her informed, and I think she was crying too because her messages were all pretty blah. I tried not to cry, but I did. jsut abit, not one noticed, which isn't hard to do.

(once I was bawling ym eyes out in the car with the radio off, reading this incredibly sad book, which is now my favorite [Between Mom & Jo by Julie Ann Peters] and NO ONE NOTICED. Like, snot rags gallore, I had to stop every sentence or two to clear my eyes, I lost all my makeup in that fit, and no one noticed! Ouch.)

Anyways, he's feeling better, we think because he's acting better than he did yesterday.
Oh, And Grandma says she won't make it to Christmas. ( her brithday)
and the doctors said that Grandpa wouldn't make it through the week, but they also said he would die the first time this happened.


Please don't die grandpa, you still have a life, you still have family.

Such is how it goes,
Rain Dots

Chanson du Jour: Boats and Birds by Gregory and the Hawk

When I'm going down, don't worry bout me. You said you can't see, then I won't take you with me.

So.
Here goes.
My camping experience.

Day 1: Poured rain all night. Woke me up, hardly slept. Parents got up for coffee & Tea at nine.
Day 2 & 3: super windy, pretty cold. No one my age was there. Saw a 3 Year old baby, just eating 'n chillin. Out of someones garbage.
Day 4: Ranger shows up with a note. Grandpa (dad's side, he's in a nursing home) has stopped eating. Do you want to rehydrate him in the hospital? Choice: He's 87, alzheimer's, no.
Day 5: Ranger shows up with a note. Grandpa is dieing. Come.
Day 6: Dad wakes up at 5 in the morning, leaves at 7. Grandpa dies at 2:30.
Day 7: Dad come back to the camping spot, brings sister.

->TIMEWARP!
Week 2
Day 2 & 3: Sailing. got second
Day 4: Sailing still
Day 5: Fun night with by guy friends.
Day before we leave: We throw a party in honor of my Grnadpa, all sailing members come, we bring up the boat he made, sails full. McC collected stories and told them, cried at the end. Dad told stories, cried at the end. Hugs, hugs hugs, thanks for coming, he was a great man, hugs hugs hugs.

I cried a bit the day he died, but still haven't really cried.

Monday: woke up early, supposed to hang out with M, she bailed.
Tuesday: Hung with KQ & S, S has changed
Wednesday: Hung with KT, her hair is funny, we watched 17 Again, was supposed to go to Wonderland (amusement park) with KQ, S and C, but could only go on thursday. We changed our plans.
Thursday: C bails last minute, we're not an odd number, which means one of us will have to ride alone on the rides. (I took it. for EVERYTHING.) Got sick, wanted to see the show. The Zambonie caught fire, they couldn't get the smoke out so it was canceled. Sky turned yellow, shingles flew around, no one could pick us up. An hour later, we have to drive through it, the power's off. Tornado went through Toronto, Where most of my friends live, to whitby, where my god sis lives. And it was supposed to go to where I live.

The sky was yellow, KQ and S were freaking out, sister wasn't home from work. Mom & dad came to pick us up, since she was on her way back from getting stuff out og my gpa's house anyways. When we all got home the storm had passed, and my mom called my aunt to vent about how scary everything was, and talk about when happened with ym step grandma.
Two words in my aunt says "Our mother has lung cancer, her eyes are swollen shut, and her skin is falling off. The doctors have been calling for two weeks but since my grandpa's been left handicapped from his stroke years ago, and my grandma has been bed ridden from a spinal fracture when she tried to pick him up after a fall, they never got it.

Grandma finally called my aunt when her eye was swollen shut.

The funeral for my grandpa is Tomorrow. My grandma is in denial.

People dying, or having cancer, or possibly dieing,
It's now as common as a head cold.

Creativity has left me, I died too.
Rain Dots.

Chanson du Jour: January by Project 1.9

Au courant

I'm Back.
I had a meh time, I hope whoever's reading this had a better vacation/staycation than I did, because only one night was any sort of special.

why are guys so much easier to get along with?
Girls are just so caddy, and if you ask me,
Finding a bashful guy is a lot easier than finding a bashful girl.
Is no one humble anymore?

Anyways, the night on the rocks watvching a meteor shower with two people who really should have known what a meteor shower looked like, but didn't, and laughing about me & my romance with a 40-50 year old Dutch man with calves the size of footballs & who also ends all of his heavily-accented sentences with "Yeh?"

Also, Second place in Jr. Mirror Dinghy Provincials.
Which was all stupid anyways, because no one was a member except me and we were all single-handing when it should have been two people per boat. Hahaha, there was no wind, and "Harmgardener" got so angry. He was standing up shouting my name in the messed up way he does with some sort of weird accent he doesn't actually have and yelling "THIS IS STOOOPID! CAN WE GO IN?" Hahaha.
"SHUT UP, HARMGARDENER! I'M WORKING ON MY TAN!"
"ELECE!(Alice, supposedly) PUT YOUR F*KING LIFE JACKET BACK ON. THE WINDS ARE TOO NIGH! YOU COULD TIP THE BOAT!"

Again, There was no wind.
However, the droning sarcasm could have easily supplied power to a third world country.

Other than that, and meeting people who sailed a Catamaran, and one girl who was 14 turning 15 in October, but also looked 18, nothing exciting happened. I really wish I could have gotten their e-mail or something, they were cool.

Such 'n such 'n more to come.
-Alice Dotty, Rain dots

Chanson du jour: Nine In the Afternoon - Panic! At the Disco

What Summer School Taught me.

I learned somethings, like how our government works, and what I should do to reach my goals, ect.

But what I will cherish the most from Summer School is what a little boy taught me.

I had to go to the bathroom, and we were watching a really dumb movie so I left even though there were only 15 minutes left in school. Of course the school had half the bathrooms locked so I had to go downstairs, past the office. I can hear some kid whining, he's almost in tears. He's shout at his mom "But I didn't do any of it!"
and she says "Well that's not what they said." She said it like she was one of those mothers that was really passive and probably let him do whatever he wanted.
"But they said I did it! They told everyone it was me and it wasn't! It was them!"
They paused and looked at me until I had passed them and was out of hearing.
On my way back he was talking to someone else, who looked happy, not like he was happy this kid was in trouble, but like he was making progress, or something. I don't know, but even though he was smiling at this poor guys situation, I didn't hate him for it.

so basically, the rest of it made it sound like this kid got set up and no one would believe him so he took out his frustrations. He's in summer school for grade 7 or 8 or something, so obviously he failed something, and usually if you're stupid, people think you're bad too.

But I got to thinking. If his mom doesn't stand up for him, Who will? I mean sure, he could have done it, but if someone doesn't ask for a second chance, who will?
and then I thought, Why did it matter that someone said he did it? Why did he care he got framed if he knows he didn't do it? Shouldn't that be enough? Didn't they just end up getting what they wanted by getting him angry enough and then him acting on it?


If they had framed him, and he didn't care, what would happen? 20-something people would consider that he did it. He might get a bad rep, but at the end of the summer he'd never see them again and that'd be it.

But because it mattered to him, because he stuck up for himself and took out his anger on someone, he got in trouble, he'll probably get kicked out of summer school and he'll have to stay behind a year.

If you don't care that they care, they lose. They don't get anything out of it. Stop caring about them! Those who care don't matter, and those who matter don't care.
Don't let them win! I wanted to say. Don't let them ruin it for you!

I believe I can fly, cuz I feel so alive.

I'm Alive! New posts coming soon! (hopefully)
I leave on Saturday for a two-week camping trip with my family, so if I don't get a post up on Saturday You'll get a HELL of a lot after camp.

But I'm alive! Judith was here, met my sisters boyfriend, and they both left. Saaaadface!

I'm ALIVE!

Meeting someone and seeing them only sometimes is better than not meeting sombody and not seeing them ever.

Because I would be sad without Skye. 'Cuz she makes my day, on the days I see/speak to her.
And she might not have money, for clothes, cable, internet, or food, but she's got what it takes to try until she gets there. I'm thinking of getting a job in September, lord only knows not at fast food (again). Because it's impossible to get a job in the summer, what with the college/uni students coming home and wanting jobs, and no one wants a job when they're just starting up school again.

(Not to mention I'm away for the first two weeks of August.)



->Oh dear, Civics exam tomorrow. (note: Taking civics now so I don't have to take it in September. I didn't fail, I'm being nerdy. Thanks)

-> 92% on my ISU! Baller.

->M and S got a 96 and a 91 last update, and I had a 77. Whaaaaaat the eff, Mr. K

SOMETIMES SKYE MAKES ME SAD.
But mostly she makes me happy, because she's not like anybody else. She doesn't act or like anything anybody else I know does. And sometimes, I think she wishes she was average, and didn't have to stand out so much, or get looks or have people confuse her for a guy.

But mostly, she makes people happy and those are the people that matter anyways, and she's probably sort of used to it, or as used to it as anyone is.

Before, I was selfish and wanted her to live with me so I could hang out with her everyday and have a friend that knew everything and would listen to everything and would be completely honest and open with me. (Yes, I have many amazing friends. But they don't, they can't know everything. Because if they know, everyone would know.)

But now, I want Skye to live with me so she has food and is healthy and so she doesn't have to be glue for her family like she is probably being. So she doesn't have to be strong and not cry even if she's upset.

I'm going to get a job in September to help her and her family, and help Chris with his braces, and I will tell them I got money from friends, like 2$ donations and stuff and they will never know I saved up. No more money spending! The jar of coins is now for them.

No more lunches for me.

Such is such'nsuch,
Alice

Chanson du jour: So In This Hour - The Rocket Summer

Painting pictures With F#'s and Bb's

(F Sharps and B flats, that is, of course)

Well, I was looking through Gelaskins to find something for my Ipod, when I ran across some awesome art, which is pretty. And I realized that Amy Sol, who does the art for some skins has also done the backround for my computer (Or rather, her art has not only been turned into ipod skins, but I'm also using it as the backround for my computer)

It's pretty and soft and cute.
And Ku Kula is also very good, along with Audrey Kawasaki Stella Im Hultberg, and I ran across this site which has work from all of them, plus Brandi Milne.

I think Tara McPhearson has some competition for my favorite,
HeeHee. But I won't stop loving her : )

Such is this and Stuff and things,
Alice Dotty

Chanson Du Jour : Wo Sind Eure Hände - Tokio Hotel (If you hate them, Don't hate me!)
Favorites from:
Ku Kula (Look at the 6th one "Brought together"), Stella Im Hultberg (Third last), (I'll get more later)