Funerals are sad...

I just attended my friend, Jenna's, funeral this morning. Yeah, I totally balled my eyes out. I miss her so much. She was only 14, turning 15 next month. But I know that she is probably playing plenty of soccer up in heaven. :)

She died of unknown causes, found in an empty canal behind a Walmart, curled into a ball as if trying to keep herself warm. Jenna had aspergers. not as much as others though, and her medication had been switched quite abruptly making her wanting to run away. It's not her fault, and it's not fair. But if it is God's will, then it must be done. I know I will see her again one day, and I will love her forever.

After the funeral, my mom and I went to Walmart to pick up some things for my dad's new scooter. (You know, the ones like the motorcycles, but smaller? I don't know how to explain...) He needed like this metal brush thing to scratch off rust and we spent about 10 minutes going through every aisle in the automobile section looking for it! We finally gave in and found an employee and he merely pointed us in our direction. The same thing happened, and we couldn't find it! Gah, it's been about 30 minutes now and we can't find a freaking brush.

We finally go find another employee but are waiting to get to him behind two women, that looked like they were in their 20's, and we asked them politely, "Excuse us." Ha, that went well. They started to move and were going so slow. When one of the women looked behind her, she ran into a shelf and completely yelled at us, blaming me and my mother! Swearing and ranting we were confused. Gosh, people can be so rude.

Long story short, we finally found the things my dad needed and we were out of there. When I got home I crashed right into my bed and slept a good hour and a half. But yup, that's my day. Kind of stressful, but yeah.

Signing off in

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*explosion*