Oh! I forgot to mention that nasty story about McDonalds that I promised to tell a few days ago. Okay, so I went to the doctor's on Monday, and I had to wait around for two hours, because the stupid secretary double booked my appointment. Even though it would have only taken my doctor about twelve seconds to come in and write a prescription for me, I had to wait around for TWO HOURS. So, during this time, I was getting really hungry. I had a craving for chicken nuggets, although I do not know why. Usually I think that they are quite strange things to eat. So, my mom told me that she would take me to McDonalds. There are two that are in the general vicinity of my city, so I had my choice. The one in Davis Square would be a pain to get to, because there was a lot of construction going on. So, we went down to Porter Square instead. I had insisted earlier that it was dirty, but my mom thought that it would be okay, just this once. So, we went in, had a look at the lovely as well as extensive menu. In the meantime, this twelve or thirteen year old boy brings up an unwrapped hamburger up to the counter, exclaiming, "Excuse me? Man, there's hair in my hamburger!" I thought that he was just faking it so that he could get another hamburger, or get his money back or something, but instead of waiting for anything to happen, he turned around and walked out. I heard him say, "That's just nasty..." as he was walking out. Needless to say, we all walked out too. If that was not the most disgusting thing, I don't know what is. I am not going to be eating and McDonalds for a while, and I am not eating at that particular one ever again. Their food is nasty and bad for you anyway.
I didn't do anything at all today. My mom, Kat, my aunt, and my two cousins and I went to the nursing home to visit my nana. I guess she's pretty sick, and they don't know how much longer she's going to live. I don't know if I'm really saddened; I know my dad and aunts will be, but they don't see things the way I do. Yes, it's their mother, but she'd be so much happier. She has Alzheimers, and does nothing all day except sit in her bed, listless and unable to do anything. She can't talk, she can't feed herself, can't go to the bathroom on her own...nothing. If anyone in my family knew that I was saying this, they'd probably think that I'm cruel, but I just feel that she will be so much happier when she can rest in peace. It hurts all of my aunts and my dad a lot because they remember what she used to be when she had all of her faculties and how amazing she was. I don't have too many good memories of her, since she has been with the disease since I've been four. Granted, it wasn't as bad back then and has only gotten severe in the past three or four years, but...whatever. That's why I get really mad when people who have grandparents that are so kind and nice, and then they treat them like crap. Of the three grandparents that I've had, two have died when I was young. I don't really remember my Papa that much, but I did like him a lot when I was younger. He always loved me because...I was cute! My mom's dad, Grampie, was the other one that I had known. I loved him so very much. He always came to stay at the house and visit us, and I would just love when he came. He would play games with me, watch television, color...anything that I wanted to do, he would do. He died when I was eight, which just tore me up for months. He's the only person in my family who's died so far as I can remember. I don't think I can even measure my love for him. Still, I think I should get off of this depressing subject.
I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow, but I know that I've got to babysit in the afternoon. I'm not particularly looking foward to it, but that's alright. I've been working a bit more on my college search, so maybe I'll do a little bit of work on that tomorrow as well. I've got to get cracking on that. I'm going to register for my SAT IIs and also the SATs again. I think I'm going to take them at Matignon, seeing that my school isn't offering them this time around. Oh, I'm so tired, but I've got to go online and finish a few things. I think after that I'll retire to bed. Sounds good to me.