They shall mourn my grumpiness

From Friday June 15th:
There were PRCRs everywhere! Blue,yellow and pink sheets flying through the air. We don't know when Patty finally lost it but at some point she just laid down and died in the back. We just buried her in PRCRs and kept on going. They just kept coming with papers and keys and phone calls. We racked as fast as we could! We typed till our little fingers bled. They just kept dropping all around me. Everything started to get fuzzy then and the room spun. The keys! The keys!
O.K. that isn't how my last day of work went but it is what my boss and I were saying would happen during close down before hand. Actually close down went quite well. Moving in the summer kids did not go nearly as well but there is always going to be a few snags. And then magically at nine o'clock I was done. I clocked out for the last time at the Area Desk ever and walked away. I was elated.
Then my mood turned sour. I called my room and my mother's cell phone five times to get her to let me in the building so I could go to my room. I even shouted at my open window. Still she never came down to let me in. I imagined all sorts of scenarios, she was in the bathroom, she was in the car, she fell and busted her skull open and is now in need of serious medical attention. So, I called my friend who also lived in the building and was staying over an extra day to come let me in. I felt bad because she was spending time with her family that flew in from Japan but she was the only one that could let me. We get up there and there is my mother scrubbing the carpet.There is glass everywhere and red on her arms so my friend and I automatically assume the worst but she was fine. She just put my very large bottle of pomegranate syrup, that I had bought to bring home so I could have pomegranate Italian sodas at home because you can't buy that flavor of syrup anywhere even remotely near where I live, on the edge of a shelf, that I told her not to put things on, and it fell. Yes, my mother was packing for me and cleaning my room while I was at work. It was her idea. I would have much rather her not show up till Saturday and and me be up all night after work packing by myself. Whenever my mother "helps" me things get lost and broken. Not that I don't love my mother and appreciate that she actually wants to help me. Oh I need to just stop before I say something bad.

website of the day: http://www.weebls-stuff.com/games/Cat+Death+Auto

Graduation Day

There was going to be a part 1 & 2 but I decided to save what was going to be part 1 for when I am actually done with school.
From June 16th:
The day started at 6:30 in the morning to finish packing and cleaning my room which was going very well until we realized that my dad was three hours late. Which is very unlike him. I called all his numbers and got no answer. So, then I called BA, becaase my dad is staying with him, and he hadn't heard from my dad either and said that my dad had not returned any of his phone calls in the last few days. Also not a good sign. As much as I complain about my father and as much as we don't along, I worry about him a lot. He works alone out in the woods where most cell phones don't work and if anything was to happen to him it is very possible no one would know for days. But it turned out he was fine. He had just over slept and his cell phone was broken. I even hugged him. He was happy till he realized that we had been worried about him and then got upset that we had worried about him. So with much effort and yelling (but I only fell once). We got everything out of my room and into my dad's pick-up. Although a lot of it was also in my mom's car from when we thought BA might have to come move some of my stuff. His pick-up is not nearly as big as my dad's. My dad brought me an autographed hat. Apparently some race car driver had been in town and stopped at the restaurant my dad eats at all the time (he has both a breakfast and a lunch named after him on the menu), and he got me an autographed hat. I know nothing about NASCAR or who that driver was but its still cool. My mom got a hat too (not from my dad) because the driver that had stopped at the restaurant had been on his way to the grocery store my mom works at in the next town over for a fund-raiser and energy drink promotion. But her hat is not autographed. Anyway, When we were done my dad and I went to go get lunch. We had an hour to kill before my formal check out at 1. The problem was that it takes 30 minutes to go from campus to BA's house, so there was no way we could go get ready for graduation and be back in time for my check out. But I had to be at the staging area at 2:15 (graduation was at 3)so there was no way we could wait till my check out and then go to BA's house to get ready either. So we sent my dad away so he could go get ready. I got ready in the public toilet and my mother got ready in my room. By the time I was ready it was time to check out. I checked out then mom and I hung out by the car taking pictures till I had to got to the staging area.
At the staging area, the AAA students go their name cards to give to the announcer and then lined up by major. We talked and took pictures and compared hats. Then we marched in a long procession to the graduation area. we took our seats in groups of 19 and then looked through the programs waiting for the circus to start. My name was spelt wrong, but I was warned about that the day before. Then the speakers started talking, and talking and talking repetitively, endlessly. Then each department was called up and when it was your turn you handed your name card to the announcer, he asked you how to pronounce your name, he said it our loud into the microphone and then you walked across the stage. When you got to the other end your department head handed you an empty diploma cover and then the dean of the AAA school shook your hand and away you went to go stand in line until your department had got all their "diplomas" and then you all sat down and watched all the other departments go. And somewhere in there you should have been cheering for all your friends. Then everyone threw their hats in the air.
Then the real fun began. About 1500 people came to the AAA graduation and I had to go find my parents, BA and HA. But guess who I found instead? My grandmother! She came! And better yet she knew where everyone else was, (no one sat together). So once we where all together again, plus my aunt and grandmother, we took lots of pictures. Then we went to our seperate vehicles (my mom's car, my aunts car, and BA's pickup)and my the long trek out to BA & HA's house. My mother's and Aunt's cars got to the house long before BA and crew did. So we took more pictures. They live out in the country away from everything and my grandmother insisted I take a picture of Cloud. Cloud was not very co-operative. Then the gang in the white pickup finally showed up so we went inside. And BA made everyone drinks (this is where the story gets weird. Its my party yet all I'm drinking is coke while everyone else is having high powered cocktails). BA and HA give my grandmother and aunt the grand tour while I talk with dad and my mother is already very obviously drunk and she hasn't finished her first drink. After some more talking my aunt and grandmother had to leave. Then there was more talking and BA foolishly gave my mother a second drink. Of course everyone else was on their 3rd, except me. (my mother is a major light weight and she was in the company of very hearty drinkers and I chose to babysit my mother instead of having fun) And we have a very amazing dinner that BA cooked. After dinner we had triple chocolate cake and toasts. And then the party really started. At one point my dad went to sleep on the couch and my mother passed out in GCA's room. BA was...well he was everywhere. HA and I stayed up looking up some information online about a plate from Finland she has. She is very into all things Finnish, of course that might have something to do with the fact that she is Finnish. But anyway while I was showing off my mad research skills (hello Art History major!) I finally had a whiskey and Coke. When we where done HA told me that I could hang out on the computer all night if I wanted but I went to bed instead. I had been up since 6:30 and hadn't slept the 2 days before. So I made my way to the drum room and crashed. All and all despite a few tense moments, green hair comments, and getting a little sun burnt, it was a pretty good day. It was really a lot more fun then I described. If you want details you are gonna have to ask.

website of the day: http://www.modernhumorist.com/mh/0203/moviecliche/moviecliche.mp3

Good Bye Humpers

Something tragic did happen graduation weekend. Humphrey died. I feel horrible about it. I forgot about him in the car and he froze to death. I remembered him Sunday morning but it was too late. My mother responded with "but I thought he would be warm enough in the car." I knew better, I simply for got to go get him. She then suggested that I try warming him up (he was very clearly dead) so i put his little bowl by the heater to slowly warm the temperature. My dad suggested putting him in the microwave. Why do people always want to put my fish in the microwave? Anyway, after it was very clear that he was not going to magically come back to life, I flushed him. I may have cried, but I dare you to prove it. My mother did suggest that we could take him home and he might warm up in the car on the way home and be better. I wasn't going to carry a corpse in a jar for 4 hours. Where does she come up with these things? Does she really think it helps? Of course considering how the deaths of Frosty and Ruby were handled she doesn't have a good tack record. Good bye Humphrey.

Website of the day: http://tvdads.com/tvdad1.html