So sorry

I haven't posted in a while and for that I apologize. I have been out of sorts lately, and I haven't had the time to write. So much has happened since I last wrote. My life took a turn and I think I may have lost a little bit more of myself.

On Thanksgiving I got word that my grandfather had a heart attack and was not doing well. I had no idea what was going on because I could not get a hold of anyone. What did I do? I packed my shit and took that 12 hour drive to California. Goodness, if only my story got better from here. I ended up getting lost way out in Compton L.A. and met the most nicest guy that was probably in a gang. He helped me out so much and even gave me a free Redbull (he worked for Walgreens). After he gave me directions, I finally stopped for the night by Six Flaggs in Valencia. Things were good. I got to my sister's house, and OMG her husband is a fucking prick. I felt that I was not welcomed by him at all. My sister was in the Navy, got pregnant by him, got out, and now is married to this douche bag. He doesn't want to stay in the Navy once his contract is up in July, but wants to go back home to Oklahoma where he will have no further direction for his or his family's life. The most awkward thing about being at my sister's house was being in the same room, and almost same fight with them. I don't mean a little yelling, I mean screaming at each other. Awkward.

Meanwhile, on the way out to California, my car was making a horrible noise and both mirrors got broken. I figured that once I got to my grandfather's house I can just take it in to the mechanic. Ha! If only it was that easy. My car ended up staying in the shop for 6 days! I got the thing that was making that awful sound fixed, but ended up having to take my car back before the mirrors arrived. Are my mirrors fixed, you ask? No. It's currently in my garage with two fucked up mirrors and tape around the driver's side mirror just to hold it up. Yeah. Fml.

During those six days that I was stranded. I found that my grandfather was doing well. He didn't have a massive heart attack that my sister portrayed, but was retaining too much fluid and caused his defibrillator to go off; therefore, landing him in the hospital for a few days. That week I also learned that I lost a friend. I am not over it, nor will I go into detail about it. It has me questioning my own destiny and I keep asking myself, "What if"?

Now comes the best part of my trip. I got a tattoo! I met with a dear friend in Huntington Beach, and we both got tat's together. I can not wait to go back and have that much fun again.

Now as far as my weight. Somehow after eating all the takeout, regular sodas, and drinking, I did not gain any weight. I'm at 121. I joined the gym when I got back, so hopefully that will help with getting me to loose a little faster.