I decided to make up for yesterday's Obama distraction (PRESIDENT OBAMA SQUEE) by writing well over two thousand words today. The boys took Sophie out for dinner in New York (in the eighties) where Ju proceeded to dump ranch dressing on everything. I was describing Julian to my roommate, and I was like "He's really dorky. And he's IN LOVE ranch dressing... and with a guy who wears a cape and has long pretty hair and more than slightly resembles Noel Fielding." And my roommate was like, "Um, this is clearly about you." Dude, they're all kind of me, aren't they? Isn't that the point of writing? But when I'm hyper, yeah, I do act exactly like Julian. I mean... he acts exactly like me. Whatever.
8128 / 50000 words. 16% done!
Also, speaking of my roommate, she saw this picture
just now and fell in love. SCORE. We then spent half an hour going through all the other pictures while she squeed about how cute he was. WIN. Except all the pictures she likes most are my least favourites and vice versa. Whatevs. And then she literally fell asleep in less than ten seconds while I was talking to her. Which is hurtful/adorable.
And, of course, today was my granny's funeral. I was all cheery and OBAMERIFFIC up until the moment we walked in and the casket was there, and then it all kinda hit me and I spent the duration of the funeral alternating between crying and laughing at my brother's antics. The sermon-y part was wonderful because it was clear that the woman doing the service was pretty familiar with her, but the man who did the rest of the service is the evil evil pastor who swore at my dad six years ago and chased him out of the church he grew up in. I mean, I'm not complaining because it got us out of that dead-end soulless Lutheran church and into a rockin', fantastic contemporary church, but every time we have to go back to the Lutheran church it's weird. Anyway, Douchebag Pastor was presiding as well. And I spent the whole service wiping my nose on my hand cos I didn't realise that the crying just DOESN'T STOP in the presence of the coffin thus forgot to bring tissues, so after the service when Douchebag Pastor went around shaking everyone's hands I whispered to my brother that he better not touch me cos my hand was all gross, but he did anyway, so as soon as he walked away my brother and I both went "Ha ha!" at the same time. It was glorious. Douchebag Pastor also messed up the creed (inspiring my brother to hiss "NO!" in the middle of it, which also cracked me up) and one of the page numbers on the list of hymns on the wall from Sunday's service was 666. I kid you not. But afterwards we all went and ate covered dish dinner. Which means I ended up with a plate of one piece of ham and three kinds of macaroni. I don't really ever want to eat green beans again because no one will ever make them the way my granny did. Granny green beans.
Anyway, I found myself really clinging to my mom's mom, my grandmom, which made me wonder if I just have some sort of grandmother-latching mechanism. If so, Grandmom better get used to me hugging her and linking arms with her while we walk, because she's the next oldest. And the next most accessible. Even if she is a little annoying and nowhere near as wonderful as my granny was.
I also wanna say thanks so much for your support, guys. This *should* be the last post about my granny, since most of the mess is behind us now, but it's been so weird. She's always been a constant thing in my life, and all of the sudden, with absolutely no warning, she was dying. I'm still afraid of the idea of Christmas without her, or a Thanksgiving where no one protests "Oh, honey, that's too much!" every time someone offers her food. The only other family members whose loss could have possibly hurt me this much are my parents. Thanks so much for being so kind and for putting up with my endless rambling about her in your flists. ...and now I'm tearing up again. I'm also really upset that my hypothetical future children didn't get to meet her, or that she couldn't come to my hypothetical future ABBA-themed wedding (to Montparnasse). I mean, I knew she was old and I was perfectly aware that she wasn't immortal, but I never considered life without her right down the street.
Anyway, to end on a happy note. My mommy bought me two new pairs of shoes today. When we walked into the shoe store, the clerk said, "How are you?" and my mom's answer was "Full of hope and change!"