yeah, for once, a terrible looking journal. why? I'M IN A f***ING SLING!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY OWN COUSIN'S FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah, had a great week last week. spent it all in SC on the beach, competing in art at the national beta club convention, talking to hot guys, getting to live the life, and so on. didn't place, but oh well. i still had fun. then, saturday, my granny died of an annurism. and i was 16 hours away rather than 4...

had the funeral yesterday. it was awful. everyone was crying, everyone is still mourning, and i've never, in all my 16 years, seen papa cry. he hugged nanny, in her casket, and cried on her dead body. it was so sad!

and then we had a last goodbye lunch at papa's. everyone ate in silence, then talked about our memories of her. i feel really bad; i have very few, since i rarely see this family...they live 4 hours away!

then we started cheering up. there were 10 teens there, including me, and we hung out nonstop. we went over to terri's house, and then the trouble started.

staci got the bright idea to pretend to be a pro wrestler and I was her victim. Think about this: 5'8, 200 pound, 11-year-old grabbing 5'8, 110 pound, 16-year-old me by the arm, yanking me off the couch (out of a lying-down position), body slamming me on a hardwood floor, then sitting on me and thrashing me...she badly strained my shoulder. The b**** almost tore my rotary cuff, which would've meant surgery!

it totally sucks ass...ugh...and worse: IT'S THE HAND/ARM/SHOULDER I WRITE/DRAW WITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!