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It hasn't been a year yet! It is almost quite literally to the day of being 11 months. I'm impressed...



That's about right. It's been, oh, a year? Yep, I think so. I've been sitting here reading past entry's... it's been, inspiring. I never thought I was a cocky asshole but, apparently I was! HA! Oh how I would love to be that person again!! Jezz what the hell was I thinking?

Anyway... So, as I say every year, I'm going to make an attempt to do this again. Apparently it made me feel good to update several times a day (back in the the day), maybe it will make me feel good again. Here's hopin...

A do beee do be dooo

So today was a very short day. Nothing like sleeping in till 1 and going straight to work till 9. Didn't get home till after 10, so that's probably the reason for the shortness. Played Apples to Apples with my roomies plus 1. Now I'm probably going to go watch True Blood.

I know this is a lame entree but, it's my attempt at keeping my journal alive lol

Oh the times keep on changin!

Well, here we are again.

Good ol' live journal. It honestly IS good to know that somehow, the 529 (now 530) entries I've written over the years are still stored here... I really should take the time one day and print them all out, just for safe keeping.

I just popped in a CD that I made... well, quite a long time ago. I'm having a blast from the past.

My life is so different from what it used to be, but at the same time very similar.

I hung out in bronxville tonight, as I used to always do. I saw the same people. Though sometimes when I go there, I feel like I no longer belong, because there are faces I don't recognize and jokes I don't understand... it still feels like home.

After I left, Lindsay picked me up and we had drinks at FRIDAYS. It made me miss high school a lot. Jesus I can't believe I'm old enough to say that crap. Damnit, those were the best years!! Oh well..

::sings:: You're gonna miss this... you're gonna want this back.

I love my life in Brooklyn (roommate shit drama aside). I love my city life. I grew up wanting to get the fuck out of Yonkers and I did it...

but... I do indeed love a visit or too. Love it way more then I thought I would back in the day when I was forced to be here.

le sigh

such is life


My stomach hurts....

I love you Grandpa, I miss you so much.

My grandpa died Thursday morning 04/10/2008. He was 89 year old, but you could never say that infront of him ... he was 90!

If you ever met him you'd know how amazing of a person he was. And he was so cute! If you didn't, you should of. You missed out on meeting a really great guy. I love him more then words can describe.

It's been really hard on me and my whole family. Even though I'm not a religious person, he kept saying how he was with God and he was happy and that he was going to heaven. I know things worked out with him. He deserved the best.

Joseph Pedota, of Yonkers, NY, the former proprietor of Pedota's Meat Market in the Belmont section of the Bronx, died Thursday, April 10, 2008 at his Yonkers home. He was 90 years old.

Mr. Pedota was born in New York City, the son of the late Paul and the late Angelina (Grasso) Pedota. He served in the U. S. Army from 1942 to 1944 during World War II.

He married Carmella Scaglione on October 21, 1945 in New Jersey. His loving wife of 62 years survives in Yonkers. He was the beloved father of one daughter, Angela Labreglio and three sons: Paul Pedota of North Bellmore, NY, Joseph Pedota of Poughquag, NY, and the late John Pedota who preceded him in death. He is survived by 8 Grandchildren, 5 Great Grandchildren and by his brother, Robert Pedota, and sister Florence Picone.

The Funeral Mass will be celebrated on Monday, April 14, 2008 at 9:45 a.m. at St. Barnabas Church, 409 East 241st Street, Bronx, NY. Burial will be in Gate of Heaven Cemetery, Hawthorne, NY.

Calling hours for family and friends will be held Saturday and Sunday from 2 - 4 and 7 - 9 p.m. at F. RUGGIERO & SONS, Inc., 732 Yonkers Avenue, Yonkers, NY.

Cold Hands

My grandpa's getting sent home from the hospital tomorrow. This is a very good and bad thing. It's good because he'll be in his own home again finally and he'll be much happier. It's bad because he won't be getting the proper care he needs there and things will probably go downhill again.

I really don't want to go to school tomorrow.

So, now that B&N is offically closed down, I shall only be employed by them for another two weeks or so. I'm so happy about that you cannot even believe. I have to go in tomorrow just to sign my severence paperwork. But I'm off till next Monday! Except for babysitting on Friday, I'm only working Mon-Wed these next two weeks. Very exciting. I'm going to be broke, but so happy about not having to work.

Melissa's sending me bunches of Cafe's I can work at. the not working this is so nice until you have to start thinking about getting another job.

I'm currently trying to "pimp" my page. We'll see how it goes, it's been a while since I've played around with these codes.

I miss hanging out at Slave!

I'm gonna ROCK ya body till Canada day!

Babysat most of the day today. Always exhausting, but I love those damn kids. I'm up in Yonkers now, twitching for a cigarette. I have to go to Nyack tomorrow for a 9-5 Nyack Heritage class with the crazy christians. That should be tons of fun, so most likely I'll have a lot to right about tomorrow. HA. They're gonna love me. *Note to Self* Find out if I can be expelled for smoking on campus.

2am already, and I have to be up in about 5 hours. Oh well.

My mom told me that my grandpa was doing horribly today and that I shouldn't go seem him Sunday like I was planning too because it's too sad. I think that's bullshit.

It's been so long since I've actually journaled that I'm having a hard time just letting my fingers do the talking for me. Soon I'll be able to just let my mind go. Hopefully it wont go too far that it forgets to come back after I'm done writing.

I miss having friends.

Last Close

So tonight was the last time I will EVER close at Barns & Nobel! Thank f'n god. I'm so done with that place and all the assholes in it that it's retarded. Fuck all of em I say. Monday is the last day the store is open to the public. It closes at 6 (so hurry to get those 50% off books!) and at 6:30 we are having a par-taaay in the store. Then ... we shall all move on to a or many bars to drink the store away! Whoo!

On a darker note, my grandpa is not doing well. At all really. My mom said his blood pressure was very low today and that seems weird to me because it's been good all along. I really hate doctors ... always have, but this experience makes my hate for them grow stronger. He's 89 years old ... in a hospital ... the same hospital he's been brought to 4 times in the past 3 months. Don't the doctors talk to each other? Don't they care at all? Or is he just an old man so he's not important? Or is it him? Is he really giving up? Sometimes I think so. A lot of the time I think he's doing this on because he's ready. But other times I think there is something medically wrong with him that's making him not eat. That has made him not eat anything for the past 3-4 months. This is the argument in my family as well.

Nothing like a sick family member, a sick HEAD family member, to rip a family to pieces.

Wax Fruit

This is a lame attempt to write a journal entry.

I don't have much to write about. I'm watching I Love Lucy. I started back to school today, agh. Nothing like ending a "vacation" with a Monday MATH class. Who ever thought Math on a Monday would be a good idea.

Life is lifey. Nothing new to report.