I don't know why I moved here, honestly. I go on Xanga daily, but I rarely ever blog. I don't think I'll successfully keep up this blog either. Boo. After over 4 years of having my xanga, (two years I went on an unannounced hiatus, pretty much), I moved here. I won't make it a goal to blog here daily, because I'm a failure in keeping goals. So what happens, happens.

My grandma left to Australia yesterday. I miss her already. I don't have anyone to really rant to randomly in the house. I would rant to my mom, but I would probably end up getting criticized for being such a complainer. I hope she has fun though. :) The kids are driving me nuts, however, including my mom. I know it sounds cruel, but ever since she was practically introduced to the computer and the oh-so-fantastic internet, she's been on my back more frequently. Here she is trying to learn how to use a computer, and yes, I do teach her how to do the tasks. But, she ends up coming to me later and making me do it instead. She's my mom though, I love her. At least she knows how it bothers me and annoys me to do this stuff. She's been laying low these past few days. I feel bad.

My nephew, my nephew... he's a good kid, honestly, but he drives me NUTS. I don't think I've ever met a child with such a short attention span. But Michelle, he's just a kid! I know, but is it really necessary to take 20 minutes just to blow your nose? I continously remind him to do something, then he's always like, "Yes, auntie!" A few minutes later, I remind him again and tell him to do it at the moment, then he just responds with an "Oh. Okay, auntie!" Then zones off again. Actually, on Sunday, I pulled out my 'ole box of nail polishes, pulled out all the bottles, and told him to count them all so that he wouldn't distract my grandma from packing. If he got the amount of nail polishes incorrect, I get to paint his nails. I, sadly, knew the amount of nail polishes I had. I watched him for two and a half hours counting the nail polishes. 50 bottles in total, actually. No, he never got the correct amount. Yes, I ended up painting his nails as a punishment. Clear polish, but since his fingers were pink-ish, he thought I was actually painting them pink. He was freaking out so badly. I cleaned it off later though. :)

You know, I really do miss Georgia. I remember ranting about it when I moved there and missing my friends so much. Now, I just feel completely seperated from all my friends. It's rather depressing. My sister isn't there to bother me anymore, no more swimming/badminton/tennis with friends. It's already been over half a year, and I'm over it, but I'm just dealing with the what-if's here and there. I just feel totally out-of-it, you know? It doesn't help either that I only see my closest friends once a damn month.

Well, I was planning to get 8 hours of sleep tonight, but I failed now I'm only getting 6 hours. Damn it.

4-4. We can do this, yes we can. I need a new racquet.