I Can't Stay, Apparently.

Here's the hard part that I didn't want to talk about now...

Remember when I said that I had a feeling that I was making things awkward in the house? Well, I'm correct. The reason why all the boys in the house were in the other room for such a long time was because they were talking to Aaron about how much longer I'm going to have to stay because they thought I was only here for the weekend. He didn't tell his roommates that I was staying for a while, thinking that it's going to be okay because one roommate tends to have his girlfriend over from time to time as well so he planned it on his own without telling his roommates ahead of time: His mistake.

He didn't talk to me about it until last night when I came home at about 5pm, after getting maps and bus routes to find a job slightly outside Towson University. I come home, find the roommates and friends in the living room playing video games. I walk into the bedroom to change and he goes, "We need to talk." and I'm like, "Sure" thinking that I already know what's going to happen or what we're going to talk about and he goes, "You can't stay here anymore..." and we talked about it and he told me that his roommates are staying to feel uncomfortable that I'm here for so long and that I'm being of a slight distraction with him and his school work and Army ROTC. Since I'm around, he only wants to be with me and whatnot but he has to sleep and do so many other things, so he isn't doing as good in training in the morning and has to work extra hard and he missed a quiz in his psychology class and he has a ton of work to do.

Useless Tension in Seattle

Anyways, with my aunt and I... There's tension building up pretty quickly and I actually don't see the point in it and why she's so mad.

She was planning this trip to Great Wolf, which is like an indoor water park thing, and when she was still planning it she asked me what I thought about it and I told her that I can swim but I don't think it's quite a good idea because for one, I have other things to do, better things to do and priorities to think of first... I didn't come back to Seattle to play around and go on trips.

But I've already told her that she didn't have to but she still decided to go with it. She was inviting her friend, Maureen, but I don't really like her because of the way she treated my uncle (who she was married to) so it was uncomfortable... But then last Saturday, she asked if she could bring her 50-year-old boytoy Willy but I thought it would be extra uncomfortable... Because I have no idea where she got him and they've only been seeing each other for a short time and she was thinking of him being with us in the hotel room but I told her that we'd be all girls and then you bring in this guy that you just met... I expressed that it'd be uncomfortable. She was... Not liking my answer.

Grandma and Freeloaders

Sigh, my grandmother. Not my mother's mom but my father's mom. She's sick. She's battling yet another pneumonia infection... It's been five ~ six days now and Brother Otter usually says that it lasts a week before senior's die from it. So, I'm a bit afraid.

Here's the thing with my grandmother... In the late-80's, she had her first stroke which left her paralyzed on the left side from the shoulder and below so she walks with a cane and a limp but it doesn't stop her from anything. She travels, cooks, shops, cleans, showers and even took care of an adopted child from the moment she was an infant all by herself with no help of a stay-at-home nurse or maid.

In 2005 or 2006, she had her second stroke in our house in Fort Bonifacio and we rushed her to the hospital and even though she was all better, she was so tired and my father and his sisters thought it was a better idea that she come back to Los Angeles and see a doctor and stay at a senior home (because they "don't have room at their house") so the next week, she flew back to Los Angeles. Since then, I haven't seen her. When I stayed in Canada for six months in 2008, I got a message from a cousin who told me that she had her third stroke. THIRD. She was a little deranged and forgot some things but she was still living on her own. Then, she had her first pneumonia infection that ended up her being rushed to the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) but she ended up doing well and living well. Now, she's on her second pneumonia infection and people are thinking that this is it. Sometimes, it makes me think that it's not because she's been so strong already however, I know that she's struggling so much just to live that it's just too much for her... As much as I hate to say it, I think she deserves to rest. She's such a great grandmother who tries to be the best mother that she can be, who works hard even if half of her is paralyzed. I was always her favorite and she hated everyone else, she cared for my mom more than she cared for her own daughters and sons because she and I really understood her, took care of her and let her into our house even though we didn't have space. I lent her my room for months while I slept in the living room, on a couch and I was still in high school. For what she did for me (and my mother), sleeping on the couch was not enough to thank her, I guess you can say.