Walter Reed

Walter Reed

I count the cases piled up high,
For the 1:15,
For platform and for passerby,
It's the same routine,
I'm ranting while I’m raving,
There's nothing here worth saving.
Today was the last time we taught the kids. Sounds so final, doesn't it? I was so depressed, I tell you. I've honestly grown to love them, over the weeks -- Mikhail, Jared, Mark, Ryan. Ryan is so cute. And Mark looks like a Smurf, even Joyce agreed over that. Did I mention Marcus wants to have babies with me? He's hilarious, that boy, and fat happy Chindian babies don't seem so bad.
MARCUS: Happy Mother's day, Steph.
ME: *stares at him*
MARCUS: I mean, I know you aren't one yet, but you wanna be?
ME: *laughs my ass off* That's a good one. Seriously.
MARCUS: I know. *smirks* I thought of it on the way here.
Tell me now what more do you need,
Take me to Walter Reed tonight,
Baby I've lost the will for fighting,
Over everything,
Well there's a few things I gotta say,
And make no mistake, I'm mad,
Cause every good thing I've had,
Abandoned me.
Anyway, for those of you who don't know, my grandma hasn't been feeling too well lately. She broke her arm, then developed fever, which turned out to be Dengue. We discharged her from the hospital when Auntie Vagina/Wedgie (as in, the pulling underwear thing), Uncle J, Vanessa and Annie came down yesterday, and it's all been downhill from there. She won't eat at all, or walk. All she does is sleep or sit in her wheelchair. I'm trying to be strong, and leave it to God and whatever higher power there is up there for once, but unless you've gone through it, you probably won't understand how much it hurts. She doesn't even talk to me, and that hurts even more than the fact that she has no will to do anything else, since (trying my best not to sound conceited) I've been her favorite since I was born, looking like a worm with hair. I've never done this before, but God, you know what's best for everyone. Help me, dammit.
All I want to do is hide,
It's graduation day,
And everything I learned inside,
Didn't seem to pay,
I've had my fill of palm trees,
And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.
On a lighter note, we've got the Madrid tournament starting up tomorrow. Ame, Rafa, Rodge (sorry, Helen), Nole, JJ, Dina, Sveta, life looks good, tennistically (yes, I know that's not really a word). Also, tomorrow, on a not-so-much-lighter-note, exams start at SMK Bukit Jalil. Yes, shitty indeedy. There's BM to be learned. Thankfully, I've already covered most of that shit (come on, who writes a play called Jangan Bunuh Rama-rama [Don't Kill Butterflies]?) If I were to write a play, it would be something depressing and award-winning and I'd call it somthing Shakespear-ish, like "Two Reasons Out of Many", or whatever. Then I'll win an Oscar like Diablo Cody (who is my new role model, by the way, and directed Juno, for you oblivious goons who don't know her) and the press and media will out me to the world. My mother will stare at me at the dining table and say, "You have so much explaining to do!" Can't you just see it? I can.
Tell me now, what more do you need,
Take me to Walter Reed tonight,
Baby I've lost the will for fighting,
Over everything,
And there's a few things I gotta say,
Make no mistake, I'm mad,
Cause every good thing I had,
Abandoned me,
A sad and lonesome me.
My dad's watching the MU game, and he just cursed loudly. I think it's really funny when my parents curse, for the simple and lame fact that they're parents, and just not supposed to curse. My mom said something really funny just now while I was arguing with Vanessa about wearing a dress for Confirmation (I will not wear a dress). She looked at us and said, "Fuck, why can't anyone force my daughter to change her mind? I may be a mother, but I might not be a good one!" My first thought was, "Ohmygod, my mother just said fuck." and then my second thought was, "Um, lady, where do you think your precious little girl gets her strong opinions from?" If I asked her that, though, she'd probably give me some stupid smartass answer, like, "You get your opinions from your grandfather. You become more and more like him every day." And she truly believes (along with half of my family,) that I'm the disgruntled, grumpy, hardheaded one, and therefore, I'm just like him. It's okay, though. I loved grandpa like anything (and I still do), and I'm more than proud as fuck to be just like him!
I'm the walking wounded,
And I'd say it to your face,
But I can't find my place.
God, my stupid laptop is taking forever to load my facebook page, so I'm gonna go hit it and yell and swear at it for a while in hopes that it'll listen to me. Yeah, I know it probably won't work, but to each their own, right, so leave me be. I've also got Dragonette's Galore on download right now. Fuck I have to see them live. Not to mention, I'm also listening to John Denver's Annie's Song downloading. I love that song. It's got beautiful lyrics and I think Brandi Carlile should do a cover of it. I know, it's old, but have a listen. You might like it. Oh, and wish me luch for tomorrow's Bahasa test (which is so not needed, but you know the government...)
So tell me now what more do you need,
Take me to Walter Reed tonight,
Baby I've lost the will for fighting,
Over everything,
And there's a few things I gotta say,
Make no mistake, I'm mad,
Cause every good thing I had,
Abandoned me,
A sad and lonesome me.

Steph