how was bruno mars? :D

Of course it was good. The concert part wasn't even totally amazing, it was just nice to get dressed up and do something fun on Maui for once. Also chillin' with my bestie and taking my little cousin to her first concert was the best. <3 I also, tripped down a stair and tricked the MACC ticket lady into letting Richelle sit by me. She wasn't very happy and told me to turn off my BlackBerry later cause the flash. OH WELL. (:
I enjoyed. Wish you coulda came still.

Ask me whateva you like.

why are you such an old lady ? :) <3

Awwwh, because little whipper snappers like you say so. <3 (;

Ask me whateva you like.

I'm feeling a lot better today.

I'm sitting in class right now not even paying attention because I don't even have to take the final that she is reviewing for right now. I'm only here to be marked in attendence. Its very boring and slightly irritating since our school's internet isn't working on my laptop when it was one hour ago.

I'm thinking I'm going to write at least one post on my blogger a day.
Glad to be back, guys. (:

Personal.

I don't feel like this is something I can post on my tumblr in detail and I know blogger would be a safer place for it.

I have not cried this much in a while.

My grandpa has throat cancer and was given a 20% chance of survival about 2 months ago.

He has being doing daily radiation treatments and has had 2 chemotherapy sessions and has another one this coming Monday.

Tonight he asked me to help him wipe his medicine of his throat. When I was doing it I noticed his skin was peeling off from the radiation burning his throat. I start freaking out about it and he assures me that is what he wants me to do (to peel it off) because its bothering him. He is now bleeding, raw, and red. I almost can't do it because I'm freaking out to much but I know that he needs me to. I pretty much let my grandma do most of it.

I am texting my friend during this, I'm shaking, I'm close to tears. I refuse to cry in front of either of them.

I hide out in my hiding spot in the guest room that is practically disconnected from the rest of the house, start crying, shake more and decide to call my old best friend who I'm no longer friends with.

I apologize to her for whatever our stupid fight was about, tell her even though I don't think it was my fault I want it to be over with, I want to move on, but I still don't think I can be her friend. She tells me thank you for being the bigger person as always and that she's sorry for what is happening with my grandpa. We hang up.

I end up calling my friend I was originally texting. We talk for a good 2 hours. I thank god for having a great friend like her to help me through something so harsh.

I never broke down like this since before we even found out he had cancer. I was the strong one. Now I feel weak.

(Sorry for the major rambling. My heads a little messy right now.)

Tumblr just died so I decided to come back to Blogger.

So I come back, log in and realize I only have 13 followers on blogger. Some of which probably don't even post anymore or even read my blog anymore since I don't ever post.

This makes me very sad. I have 200 followers on tumblr.

Ugh, blogger you make me sad.