Delusion-Elle

Today got a day off, and sadly I spent it like my last day off: talking to people on Last.fm.
I mean, it's alright. The bunch I talk to is a nice bunch and we've got more in common than just obsessing over the same band. Like today, I learned that one of them has synesthesia as well. He says that music fills in different layers of atmosphere, and the atmospheres in turn have different colours. This same guy recorded himself saying his name in Swedish and uploaded it so I could hear how it sounds. xD
No lies, I love that shoutbox. I think we have singalongs at least every other day.

So what else is going on in my life?
I'm actually going to start driving lessons on Saturday. Well, the first lesson will be a test run to see if I really am ready. The more I think about it, the more jittery I feel, so I'll stop here.

Both of my grandparents on my dad's side are in VGH now. In short, things are a mess. When DNR was brought up in English class last year, I never thought that I would hear it being thrown around my house like a common, everyday term. I guess that I should've known that it would be inevitable. My grandparents are in their late 80s and in the past few years, their health has just deteriorated like a boulder rolling down a steep slope, gaining speed and force. These are the grandparents who took care of me before and after school for practically all of my elementary school years, and though I've lost a lot of my Chinese (can you believe that I used to be able to communicate with them in Chinese?!), I owe a lot to them for being there for me and dealing with my brattiness. And after visiting them today, it really struck me how weak and fragile they've become. They're both doing better than when they first were admitted (which was within a day of each other, I think), but it doesn't seem all that likely that my grandpa will pull through. My grandma's a fighter, and she's accepted the fact that she's probably going to be staying in a home after she makes it out. But my grandpa is so quiet, he's barely audible. Oh yes, he's coherent, but his eyes were closed the whole time and it kills me to see him strapped to a gurney. He loves to go out and walk and I thought that it was so good that he could still walk around, but ultimately, the walking is why he's in the hospital in the first place. Gosh, I'm getting teary-eyed so I'm going to cut it short now. I mean, yes, it's all a part of life, but it's like fragility hit suddenly and silently.

And the only other things going on in my life are work and trying to plan get-togethers with you guys.
I love you all so much.