Farewell to Les Miserables on Broadway. I never expected it to close. At least not for another few years. I guess I'll never get to see it in New York. That's ok. I saw it when it was on tour.

My thoughts exactly. A Buffy related comic. Funny.

Decision to be made in the DVD copying software case involving the entertainment industry. I'm seriously worried about the possible outcome of this case.

Wishlist updated. Now I have to start replying to dozens of emails.

San Antonio. HOT! San Antonio. Needs rain. It's practically sweltering outside. I did not think Katie and I would make it back from Sonic. We did, and I'll have an awesome tan in a few days. Right now I'm just hoping my arms don't start hurting. That would be bad. I started joking around saying that if I got any darker I might actually look Latina. Only problem with that theory is that I have green eyes and white features. My brother is darker than me and he still gets pegged as white, but he actually likes that.
And this was a random post. Yay.
Oh, I finally saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch and I loved it. I need to get my hands on the soundtrack and actually buy the DVD, since the copy I have isn't mine. I really like the song, Origin of Love, and I'm such a dork because I so knew where the idea for the song came from. Plato's "Symposium" and the "Phaedrus" are two of my favorite dialogues, and Aristophanes' story about soulmates was the highlight of the "Symposium." At least it was for me since I'm such a hopeless romantic.

I'M GRADUATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bad news: My grandfather did pass away last night. So today has been bittersweet.

Stressed. Very much so.
Parents are flying out to Mexico. Wish I could go.
Have to call and see what happened. Don't want to.
Still not on the graduation list.
Still missing three grades.
Think I avoided migraine number 2 of the month.
Yay.
Will probably come roaring to life this weekend.
Boo.
If he's gone, no matter all the bad memories, he loved me dearly, and I think I loved him. It's still not comforting.
I hate limbo.
Dante was wrong.

New private journal entry

Mom may not make it to graduation. Apparently, my grandfather is dying, which isn't news because he's been dying for the last five years supposedly, but the old man just keeps ticking along. Except he's really done it this time, but he's still fighting. Doctors say he should be in a coma because his sodium count is so low he shouldn't even be alive. His heart is giving out though, so these next few days will be interesting. Mom thinks he could make it through, but it's a maybe. They'll know this afternoon.
I don't know what to think. And this should probably go in my private journal, but right now I don't care.

Grades are starting to come in. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was freaked. Three classes left, and they're the ones I'm most worried about. Gah, just get me through Wednsday.