I got pissed early today when my dad told me my bank statement had come yesterday. I go to get it only to see its open! He read it! That pissed me off. I kept my mouth shut and just took it to my room.
He knew the reason when I opened the account that I didn't put his name on it was so he couldn't get into it or open my mail!
I hate that I have no privacy here. This really sucks! I mean I am hating it. I was so pissed I couldn't bring myself to talk to him. If I had I would have said something that would have started a big fight!
So that does it I'm checking the mail for now on!

Then we go to see my grandmother. Okay now my grandmother is racist. I hate it but I can't help it. I've tried talking to her about it but well that never goes well and she causes a huge seen and that is NEVER good believe me!
So the nurses at the nursing home gave her a new roommate a few days ago. My dad should have warned me. I walked in and a black woman is laying in the bed. I thought oh gods do I feel sorry for her! My grandmother is not the kind to keep her mouth shut... Oh lord the whole time we were there she kept making little comments whispering and looking back at the old woman. I swear my face was as red as a tomato! I wish at times like that she wasn't my grandmother. My dad was blocking my exit or I would have left.

I can't stand people like my grandmother! I had to bite my tounge to keep from saying something or slapping her. Errr.

My Grandmother and I do NOT get along and we do NOT agree on matters like this. She is half irish and half itialian there for I must marry a guy with irish or itialian hertiage. Now thats in her view point.

She has never liked my mom because my mom is half Native American and Half German. Though she won't say it we all know thats why.

I on the other hand do not care who I marry so long as they treat me right and I'm in love with them and they with me. I don't care what color or heritage they have.

I can't stand her when she's in one of her moods like that. I did however suck in my pride and ask to borrow her fan she had at her apartment till she went back home. So now I have a fan to cool off my room.

It smells really bad though. Like cigeratte smoke and is burning my throat. GAG! I tried airing it out and wiping it down and spraying it with febreeze and stuff. I can only pray the smell goes away! *gag* But hey it may be smelly cold air that burns my lungs but its cold air! And that is all that matters.

Well I was talking to a one of the guys I mentioned last entry. Guy number 1, the okay guy. Anyway he is in something called military support. He is in Kuwait right now and then going to Iraq in a few weeks. I asked him how his day was and he said bad. He got shot at! his armor has to be repaired. I was glad he was okay though. But put my day in perspective. I mean we all complain about how awful our days are on here and we have a right to complain but if we stopped and thought about something like this would we complain as much?

I think later I'll update the locked diary. It'll be the first real entry. It may be locked but for a select few I'll give you the username and password. You have to ask for it as I don't want people who honestly don't want it to have it. Also if you know me in real life as in we've met face to face then the answer is going to be no. These are things I'm not ready to share with those people.

Old Tears + New Fears = Lolita