my grandparents have been
living in my house for one week.
and i just saw my grandmother run to answer the phone,
carrying her long dress up to knees!!!

AHAHHAHHA :)

i dont know,
but i really hate the idea of getting old.
the wrinkles, the customary short white curly hair,
the standard uniform of *blah* samfoos and the like.

but beyond that,
i hate the thought of having to grow up
and being so jaded over things.
bleurgh! :(

i hope i die at 50.

i know i sound *really* evil over this,
but i try to escape from both sets of grandparents whenever i can.

it's just.....
frustrating that i dont have anything to say
or for that matter, speaking in the right language.
so i avoid the situation completely.

i shudder to think in 60 years,
my grandchild could be writing this.