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My great grandma died this mourning so i'm told. I guess there will be a funeral held this weekend. I'm not to sad about it, she lived to the ripe old age of 98 and quite frankly it makes me happy to know her soul is at rest now. Good news is i maybe in mil-town this weekend in time for a certain someones birthday. SO i can hopefully get rid of those gifts i have in my room at my appartment. I've got a couple of books and giant stuffed doll of sorts. Than again i'm going out on a limb here cause legally i'm not aloud to contact this girl, let alone make arrangements to drop and or have the stuff picked up. Right now its all up in the air, but yeah.

The one thing i am sad about concerning my great grandma is i didn't visit her as much as i should have. I shouldn't be so easy going about this, but deep down i knew last time i saw her she was praying for a quick and painless end, (we can smell our own). It's hell to get old, everyone you know has beat you to the potters ground, and all your kids grand kids and great grand kids are ungreatful. I know i'm in unusally high spirts about this, but 2 things have occured. Yesterday after much deliberating with bob-O we have plans to salvage CCA. Second we already got a second show lined up (and have every intention of showing up this time, only we got 2 new members who are not straight edge, and have a similar attitude as us.) And the thrid reason, its in marshall...the headliners of the show are playing before us...we'll be the best band there (which never happens). Sense we hate marshall, hate dumb 16 yearolds who'll want to commit stagitory with us, we're just gonna get super fucked up, and basicly hurl insults at the crowd. God i love being 21. Considering all thats gone wrong in my life right now some pointless vandalism and drug use could do me worlds of good, not to mention screaming jumping breaking glass and kicking ass