I AM SO SICK OF OLD PEOPLE.
That is my conclusion of this summer so far.

I had the first week of my volunteer work at the nursing home. I'm basically a slave for this lady with a huge ass. The second day I had to bring this lady with Altzheimers outside and listen to her ramble about a train ride. Oh, then the other day a bunch of them were watching Finding Nemo and eating ice cream (yeah, almost all the residents have type b diabetes there and they're feeding them ICE CREAM) and I got stuck feeding some lady with whiskers and sideburns. She had a mole that actually kind of LOOKED like Nemo. It was just thrilling. Gosh, I'd like to slap half the people who complain about their jobs. At least they get paid.

This weekend I was stuck helping my mom take a bunch of crap to the hazardous waste plant at my papa's. He's finally moving out of his mansion in the boonies to an apartment.. across the street from my OTHER grandpa. Great, now they can both come piss me off simultaneously. Anyways, yes, the hazardous waste plant. As we were loading the car up, I got stabbed with this big shard of glass and it must have hit a blood vessle because blood went everywhere. So that was pretty exciting. I got a typewriter out of it though, and some other vintage crap. I love old people houses.

I need some opinions. Makala invited me to the Jack Johnson concert with her and Molly. I really do want to go, however the cheapest tickets are $70.. which is actually kind of absolutely ridiculous for concert tickets. Iwanttogoooooo, gahhh, but Idon'twanttodishout$70. I'm already really short on cash with a non-paying job. BQBUEBQUIBE.!!!. HELP.