Death and Taxes

It's not going to get any easier any time I say it- I've learned that now. So without further ado, here is is: My Pie-Pie passed away yesterday.

It happened in the wee hours of the morning, after a terrifying trip to the hospital. He had some pain in between his shoulder blades. JK, it wasn't pain....it was a massive heart attack. Possibly one of a few that he had earlier, the afternoon before. He was air lifted to a bigger facility that specialized in hearts; maybe a 5-7 minute flight. They had to touch down at the hospital between the two- He was gone. The last thing I heard him say was "I love you all", as he was being rolled to the helicopter. Our whole family was there, because heart attacks aren't to be taken lightly- especially on a 78 year old man. He wasn't the type to cry wolf- He battled cancer 3 different times, and came out as healthy as a horse. He wasn't sick. Something had to be wrong, and I know exactly what it was.

The lovely United States Government.

My grandmother passed away in October (I don't know if I posted about that or not...it was expected. She was really sick) and ever since then, my grandfather has been struggling financially. They wouldn't give him any of her Social Security, wouldn't give him food stamps (we actually bought him food so he wouldn't go hungry), wouldn't give him any loans, and just basically said fuck you. Well, his check from retirement isn't enough on it's own to pay for his house, car, utilities, and food. I know, I know, that's the way the world works- you never have enough money. I get that. I go through that right now at 19. But why can kids that graduated with me get food stamps, and my grandfather can't? Why can 90% of our town get taken care of, but my family can't? We're not rich. You know our professions, you know they don't pay too much. We are working-class. We have enough to have what we need, and on holidays some of the things that we want....but my "minority" friends go to college for free, have more food than their whole block can eat, and have a house built by the government.

Newsflash: It's WRONG to deprive citizens that actually work for the little bit they have.


My grandfather was a member of the US Military, was a part time Police Officer and volunteer firefighter, and spent many years working for the US Railroad. I think those are really respectable jobs and deserve to be put ahead of the drug dealer that has 12 kids by different "baby-daddies" and uses their monthly welfare check for Polo clothing.

I already didn't respect the government. I didn't care what happened when it came to them. I have been determined since I was nine to leave this country, and I fully intend to do so. Now, it's personal. Keep your welfare, keep your president, keep your stupid war in the middle east; I'm done with all of it. If all of that is worth letting my grandfather stress himself over money into a massive heart attack, I don't want to be a part of it.


One Nation, Under God, Indivisible, With Liberty, and Justice for SOME.

It's always drama-filled in Bowling Green.....

I have not blogged since October.

You all have missed nothing of importance, besides me almost flunking out of college for consuming too much alcohol and spending too much time in the frat houses.
Christmas break brought on a month and a half of working with Brittany again, which was needed since my money ran out sometime in November. My money ran out again sometime in February. Thank God for tax returns and scholarship checks, or I would never be able to survive here.
Valentines day was spent drunk, complaining about my lack-of-valentine with the boys.
Spring break was a blur, but I think it was good. I didn't go anywhere.

Sunday was my 19th birthday. I went home on Thursday rather than Friday, because I have found myself missing home more and more. I'm not sure if this is because I am ready for summer, or because I genuinely miss my little hell hole.

When I went home for the weekend, I was reunited with one of my best friends, Jacob. We haven't seen each other in almost a year, so the ghost hunting trip we went on was full of "Remember that time when..."s and "Oh, you do that now?"s.


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SUMMER OF 2012 PROLOGUE


rewind: you need a background story so you know why the summer of 2012 is in all caps.

JANUARY OF 2009: I accidentally met this blindingly attractive british fellow named Alexander.
JULY OF 2009: I began dating Alexander, but he moved to another state. we continued the relationship for several months, broke up, got back together, broke up again, and then continued to contact each other.
MARCH OF 2012: Alexander returns.
UNRELATED TIMEFRAME: I always wanted a do-over so I could fix everything that went wrong the summer of 2009, because it would save my relationship.

EPIPHANY: the summer of 2012= the summer of 2009.....without the mistakes.


NOW.

SUMMER OF 2012 PLANS

*Camping
*a week in Illinois with my new room mate/ best friend Courtney
*Florida with Brittany
*ample amount of time spent with Lauren (my very best friend. she has seen literally everything), her cha-boy Tyler, and Alexander..... and Jacob and Dustin!



This will not fail.