I started my day early and got up and ready to go to the hospital to visit my aunt. My parents rushed me aroudn the house, encouraging me to get ready quickly. We piled into the car and first went to pick up my dad's new glasses. They look a lot better than his ugly old ones, and I like them. Next door I noticed that there was a Kabloom flower shop, so we stopped in there to get some flowers to bring to the hospital. Kat and I picked out a peach colored begonia plant in a pot to bring. We figured it was a good idea, since a plant that was potted would last longer. My mom was going to buy us each a flower of our choice, because they were just so pretty. My sister and I both picked out very nice pink Gerber daisies. When my mom went to pay, the woman at the desk didn't even make her pay for them. She gave them to us to have. I wonder what made her do it. She even wrapped them up for us. I was happy about my flower, and I thought that there was nothing more lovely.
Next we went out for breakfast at this diner, which was also nearby. I had pancakes, which were really good, and made me happy. That was not so important as going to the hospital. I went into the room and expected auntie to be looking a lot worse than she did. She actually looked pretty good, but I think she tryied to act really cheery because Kat and I were there. I felt really awful because she wasn't even allowed to have a drink of water when she wanted it. All she could have was a small medicine cup of water ever hour. I know I could not be able to live like that at all. Still, she made me laugh a lot, and promised that she would take Kat and I out to eat when she got out of the hospital. Then she was asking us our sizes so that when she went back to work, she could pick us up some clothes on her lunchbreak and such. Things like that make me feel rather depressed, because I wonder if she'll ever be able to do such things again. She showed us her stomach, and I was thoroughly grossed out. She had a row of staples, such as the kind you use to keep papers together, keeping her stomach together in a long row. After a while we had to leave, because she was getting sleepy, and I had to go on to my next journey, which involved battling cookies and dough.
I don't even really feel like talking about Cookies and Dough, so I won't. Let's just leave it at the fact that Erin and I found a keen way of "cheating the lottery" as we have put it, and ended up with a nice score of about forty hours of work, which will probably yield us a nice eight-hundred dollar sum, if all things work out as expected. When we were driving home, we got a great amount of laughs from listening to some whacked out techno-club remix version of the hampster dance song.
I came home and promptly started work on my paper, writing about the decaying monarchy of Hawaii and the greedy interests of the United States. I probably spend about four hours on it tonight, and have about nine pages written, but still havnen't gotten far enough in the history of the damn place to finish up the paper. I guess I have to finish it up tomorrow, along with a bunch of other crap. I have no idea what the hell I'm writing about in this paper, but that's okay. If I can bullshit my way though it and make it look as if I know what I'm talking about, then that's fine with me. I'm sick of doing all of this stupid crap that will never prove anything or mean anything tomorrow. Maybe it will get me a good grade, but it's not like it does anything for the greater good of society.
I promised myself that I would finish that paper tonight, but I can see that it's not going to happen at all. I get so confused because the two books that I use contradict one another and make my mind all fucked up. After this paper I shall never care about the island of Hawaii again. Meow. Meow, meow, meow. I think I am going insane.