6:15 this morning seemed great right? Of course not, it's 6:15 in the morning! Nobody in their right mind likes to be up at 6:15, I'm more of an 8:30 girl. Anyway, since recent events, Marc isn't teaching this week I don't even wanna go anymore to class. It's boring without him there, instead I have to listen to Baugher get pissed off because I played the wrong cord. Sorry, I've never played guitar before now. So it sucked. The funeral was good, I'll miss her, even though we barely talked as of late. Sean and I were there to comfort Marc, along with Rogue and Xavier, Aryn even showed up and some I've never met before. It's just going to feel weird from now on.
Speaking of weird, my Mom phoned me today, they are selling the house. The house I grew up in! Selling, how could they? But it's up for sale now, and that means I have to help them start packing up. *sighs* I just wanted to have that house forever, or at least until I died, or something. I don't know, maybe I'm over reacting but that's the house with the memories, and now it's going to be somebody else's house. And then they are going to make memories in it, erasing my memories there, and all my wonderful memories. Like my first Hanukkah, and my first Passover, when I first had Matza at the Seder. My first puppy, Penny! Penny is still alive, but still lots of firsts are going to be gone now. Whatever, I'm going to bed to be cranky and bitchy and look forward to a double dose of hell this week.