Funeral
Thursday was my first funeral. I don’t want to make it all about me (even though this is my tumber) but I must admit that I didn’t think that a funeral could be this ugly. I mean.. they bury people in the ground.. I think I’m so afraid of being buried alive that I think that I may magically come back to life and I’ll be stuck in a coffin 6 feet under until i slowly die.. again. How lovely. Also funerals are supposed to be sad and moppy right? Uhh… apparently not in this generation. I noticed giggles and laughter during the service.. (which btw: apparently they are making all of us feel guilty about not being a Jesus freak.. I mean I love God, and I believe in a higher power.. I just have so many questions and it goes against my way of thinking sometimes.. idk) also it was a tad over dramatic at the burrial.. okay let’s face it. it was realllyyy over dramatic. Like three girls were “scream-crying” about how he died and “why!? why him!” okay first of all: 1. His parents are sitting right there. I’m sooo sure they want to hear all that. and 2. You are being sooo over-dramatic.. Did they even know Ronnie that well to cry like that? I mean seriously. Ugh. Whatever. It was depressing regardless. So.. yeah.
Afterwards.. A group of us went to Waffle House. This is usually the place you go to after something epic happens. So we found it necessary to go. Let’s just say it was and interesting night consisting of driving, pooping outside and in target, visiting Whetherstone, and random scandals in the passenger seat. Go best friend! … anywho.. It’s was an interesting Thursday. It was so interesting it blew my mind away and I had to skip school Friday. So all day Friday I practiced all of our concert band music. I’m proud of myself. I love playing tenor sax. I think I would have been really good if I had started in middle school. I’m going to miss it so much next year.
Okay. Thanks for listening to me ramble.
-<3
