I haven't had anything to write lately in this journal of mine. I need to change this pic of mine but its the only one I have that has been digitized. I just completed my mid-term and I pretty much aced it. 
Everything is good, except, my grandmother passed away. I'm sad but yet I'm happy for her. She doesn't have to deal with the world anymore and its daily bullshit and constant corruption that gets worse by the minute. She always said she wanted to be with my grandpa who passed away about a decade ago. Now her wish has come true. I love my grandma. She was my only grandma i ever knew because my grandma on my dad's side passed away before I was born but that doesn't mean I love her any less.
My grandma was one of the stongest women I have known. She marched with Ceasar Chavez and was good friends with him. She also was good friends with Joan Baez, a great folk musician if you you don't know who she is. She even went to school with Judy Garland. Even though she was associated with these people doesn't make my grandma great. What made my grandma great was the teaching of unconditional love she demonstrated toward her family, her iron will and her powerful stance against those who wronged the oppressed.
I love my grandma, even though she's gone she'll always be with me; I see her face in my mother's and sister's face and my own face. I see her hands in my hands, my mother's hands, and my sister's hands. Her iron will is my iron will and her ideas are also shared by me. My grandma's blood flows through my body. She's gone but yet she's not.
I love my grandma, she's a great woman.
My grandma showed me to stand up for my rights as a human being and to stand up for others when they cannot do so for themselves. The last lesson I learned from her was that when I pass on, I should pass with meaning. Life should not be wasted. Life is precious and it is yours to be taken care of. I have vowed to take on a cause now, hopefully one of many to come, to fight local Arnold Swarzenegger H2 Hummvee drivers who have turned the American River Parkways into 4x4 trails. This came about through some backroom sweet-hart deals with the Sacramento County Board of Supervisors and some Arnold Politico Cronies (Republicans; those evil ditto-head people). Those fuckers. I'll try to update my journal as much as possible. I'm going to fight back for my grandma, me, and all those people have been fucked over by someone else for no good reason. Wish me luck.
Everything is good, except, my grandmother passed away. I'm sad but yet I'm happy for her. She doesn't have to deal with the world anymore and its daily bullshit and constant corruption that gets worse by the minute. She always said she wanted to be with my grandpa who passed away about a decade ago. Now her wish has come true. I love my grandma. She was my only grandma i ever knew because my grandma on my dad's side passed away before I was born but that doesn't mean I love her any less.
My grandma was one of the stongest women I have known. She marched with Ceasar Chavez and was good friends with him. She also was good friends with Joan Baez, a great folk musician if you you don't know who she is. She even went to school with Judy Garland. Even though she was associated with these people doesn't make my grandma great. What made my grandma great was the teaching of unconditional love she demonstrated toward her family, her iron will and her powerful stance against those who wronged the oppressed.
I love my grandma, even though she's gone she'll always be with me; I see her face in my mother's and sister's face and my own face. I see her hands in my hands, my mother's hands, and my sister's hands. Her iron will is my iron will and her ideas are also shared by me. My grandma's blood flows through my body. She's gone but yet she's not.
I love my grandma, she's a great woman.
My grandma showed me to stand up for my rights as a human being and to stand up for others when they cannot do so for themselves. The last lesson I learned from her was that when I pass on, I should pass with meaning. Life should not be wasted. Life is precious and it is yours to be taken care of. I have vowed to take on a cause now, hopefully one of many to come, to fight local Arnold Swarzenegger H2 Hummvee drivers who have turned the American River Parkways into 4x4 trails. This came about through some backroom sweet-hart deals with the Sacramento County Board of Supervisors and some Arnold Politico Cronies (Republicans; those evil ditto-head people). Those fuckers. I'll try to update my journal as much as possible. I'm going to fight back for my grandma, me, and all those people have been fucked over by someone else for no good reason. Wish me luck.