"Convinced our voices can't be heard, we just wanna scream it louder and louder louder..."
--Hammer to Fall, Queen

My apologies for not having this entry done much earlier. To thank you for waiting, this will be a fairly long entry. Now I wait for the jokes about how a shorter entry would be a better reward, then I continue. *Waits*

*Continues* This past weekend was spent at home in NY for my grandfather's funeral. You don't have to really bother with condolences. Both of my grandfathers have been in bad health for an extremely long time. This one (father's father) I didn't particularily care too much about. The other (My mother's father, obviously) is in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's. So he's essentially been dead for a long time. It may sound callous, but it's true: the man walking around our house is not my grandfather. We're sort of hoping he dies soon, since its an incredible strain on my grandmother. He's really frustrated all the time, since on some level he realizes what's happening to him. So he yells at her a lot, hits her sometimes. I did my crying when his mind went.

There were some good things about the whole funeral thing. First off, the rabbi who did the services was unitentionally hilarious. I wasn't the only one who almost burst out laughing at graveside. See, when he interviewed people about my grandfather, the rabbi found out that he enjoyed movies, golf, baseball, and fishing. Sadly he took this to mean that my grandfather was an active person, and tailored his speech accordingly. Rabbi says: "People knew that where George Schneider was, the action was." Mourners wonder if the couch in the basement by the TV had all that much action going for it. The rabbi left a dramatic pause at the end of "There was one thing that George loved more than anything else -", and I almost shouted out "Vodka!" How was I to know that he meant family?

The second good thing about the whole affair was getting to see my older brother and sister. They're from my dad's first marriage, and I think they take turns being the one who doesn't stay in contact with the family. Lately it's been my brother's turn, so this was the first time I've seen him in a length of time measured somewhere between months and years. I know a lot of funny/humorous/amusing people, but my brother has them all beat. Not a thing comes out of his mouth that isn't laugh-out-loud hilarious. And unlike some of my other relatives who may be just as funny, my brother's humor never gets old or obnoxious. It's good times all around. My sister is just a cool chick. She plays MMORPGs religiously, and was in the Navy, and collects action figures and statues for female comicbook characters, specifically the ones from Chaos Comics. Ok, so its all just cool to a geek like me, but still. Very happy to see both of them.

And now, on to school, which is a strange coincidence, since that's where I am right now. I have Cup Noodles (was thinking about real food, but decided I wanted flavored styrofoam instead), Dr Pepper, Queen playing, and a Cruxshadows concert tonight. I am fairly content at the moment. Future concerts by Mission UK and The Damned only add to the warm fuzzy feeling.

My classes are good so far. All of them are interesting enough that I actually do the readings, participate, things like that. And maybe the most important thing, I have eye-candy in three of them (As an eyecandy aside, take a look at these pics on Vivian's entry for 09.03.02. Rrrow). Amy, of "Oh, you mean Hot Amy?" fame, is sadly no longer living next door to me. On the other hand, she is in my Incredible Realism class, making this the third term in a row I have a class with her. I also have that class with Lisa, and she rolls her eyes every time Amy walks into the classroom - mostly in response to the big stupid grin that appears on my face. In Transformations of Shakespeare, there's Chris' friend Nina. She's sadly taken, but fun to look at. Language in the New Millenium has Laura, who oddly enough lives next door to me now. She stops in to ask questions about the class and stuff. Rock. Of course, me being a coward means that absolutely none of this will come to anything. The fact that random people seem to think I'm gay doesn't help matters. Grr.

Speaking of grr, grr. Kate has declined our requests for tattooed slavery, citing the idea as "creepy." That's not so bad, just a news brief. The grr is die to the fact that Kate manages to make me feel used, and I hate that. Chris had been complaining earlier in the week that Kate never stops by, despite being an honorary roommate. My reply: "Just wait for work to pile up and for her to get stressed out. Then she'll be down here." Last night, Kate arrives at the room, and starts complaining about class, transfering, music, etc. Then I realized that I was right - Kate is only here when she gets stressed out and needs to bitch or procrastinate. Not sure exactly how that makes me feel, but not good.

And then there was a riot.

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