Keep Going, Roller Coaster

What'd I tell you? I knew I'd continue on this up and down ride, but as long as the roller coaster's going upward, I'm a happy camper. Mike was supposed to come pick me up around 1 or so today but he lagged... a lot. Like, two and a half hours alot, and that just made me ten times more cranky. At least I got some cleaning done while I was waiting; now I just need to organize my clothes and clean my makeup and hair counter whenever I have time. He finally came at 3:30 and we went to Mile Square Park to have a talk. We walked along a path and went to the duck pond, which surprisingly didn't smell as badly as it usually does. The water is really murky and brownish green I just realized, but the location was still pretty relaxing. Our talk didn't get us anywhere since I was doing all the talking, and I became extremely pissed off when I looked over to see him playing on his phone. I basically lost it at that point, told him that it wasn't going to work unless he changed, stood up and said "Let's go," and started walking off. But for some reason, I was afraid that he would push me into the duck pond, lol! So I had to sneak a look behind me to make sure he wasn't trying to do that; luckily, he's too nice to do such a thing to me. Before he took me home, though, we pulled over to talk again. He told me he was really sorry and he would change, so I decided to give him one last chance. Let's see how it goes. He took me home, I rushed in the house to freshen up, went with my mom to drop off my dad and go eat, and then went to Kindred Hospital in Santa Ana to visit my grandpa. I didn't know his condition up until now and I hadn't visited him since he went into surgery. He looked really different, almost mummy-like. He was breathing really hard and his hand and foot would noticably shake from time to time. Before I entered the room, I had asked my mom if he would get mad when he saw me since he used to accuse me of stealing money from him, but my mom said he would be sleeping. Turns out that he never wakes up since he's in a coma, but I didn't know this since I always thought that people in a coma couldn't breathe on their own. Every time I see elderly people like that, I realize that I'm going to be in their position in the future and I always get so depressed. Kind of selfish, but that's just what I think of. I also think of how my grandma must be feeling and wonder what my grandpa would choose to do if he was alive to decide his fate. We left after about five minutes 'cause I think my mom didn't want us to get sad, or maybe she didn't want to get sad. We went to the Block and did a little bit of shopping, then went to get Wendy's before going home. Didn't really do much of anything else today besides search up my name on urbandictionary.com and leave about fifteen comments on Amy's blog, tehe.