coop

My Grandmother took me to get my nails done about two weeks ago. It has been hell having them and they weren't super long but for me they were scary long and awkward. Now that I have peeled them off my real nails are incredibly thin and brittle but alas, I can play my guitar again. I can probably text message a lot better now too... Now this isn't some crazy rant about how terrible it is to have fake nails...

That night after I got them done, my Grandmother and I were driving down a street in Hamilton, I'm sure it was James St., and we slowed near an intersection to see what the dark pile was on the opposite corner of the street from us. My Grandmother and I soon realized it was a man's body and a bike and amidst the busy traffic, nobody had stopped but us. The man who had hit the man on the bike had pulled into a parking lot near by, to check his VAN FOR DAMAGE and took longer to get to the body to see if the guy was ok, if thats even what he was doing, then it did for my Grandmother to call 911, check the mans vitals and for other people to stop and realize "oh shit, thats not a garbage bag". Needless to say, I sat in the truck and I cried. I thought I saw him breathing but it was just my mind playing games because I'm in slight denial about death really existing... So, because of this, I have decided NOT to go into medicine which means I will NOT be going to school to become a PSW, Paramedic, Doctor.. whatever, its just not going to happen. I learned something new about myself and that was how sensitive I truly am. I didn't even know this man but just seeing him lying there, the people who carelessly drove past and the man who hit him being more worried about his Van then the poor man he hit... It really hit me hard. His face was mutilated, if he was alive, he was barely hanging on. My Grandmother told me straight up that he was dead, that I imagined his chest moving and I, of course, started to full on ball. How amusing...

ON A BRIGHTER NOTE;
His name is Michael.
He let me borrow the first season of The O.C.
My fake nails are gone.
I finally got my glasses and they are faaaancy.
I have jelly beans that he bought me.

CONS;
My real nails are dead.
The O.C. makes me sad and pisses me off sometimes. Teenagers, pffffft.
My eye glass prescription is not only a year old but its not strong enough.
I am definitely getting a cold AND a massive blond pimple on my right cheek, it hurts.