Yesterday was one of those days when you just can stop and take some rest. The whole morning was boring as usual. In the afternoon, I went to the gym and I got too tired. I just wanted to go to bed, but there were more things to do.
It was about 10 pm when my dad called. One of my grandpa's brothers (whom I never met) had died, so he had to go to the showing and stuff. After that, he would come home, so I stayed awake until 1.30 am.
That reminded me that I've never attended anyone's funeral. When my cousin V died 2 years ago, I was too shocked (and scared) to attend anything. He was my best childhood friend. He didn't live in my city, but we sent each other letters, talked on the phone...and every summer we looked forward to see each other again. Those were the days, he was a really cool and funny guy. Christmas are not the same without him, everything is bored. That's the reason I wanna flee for New Year's Eve.
Well whatever. I gotta go to bed because tomorrow I will take my dad to the airport. Yeah, I'm weird but I try to be a good daughter. mzzl! buh bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!