Wouldn’t have fun songs without bitches like us

Ugh weird moment yesterday. Heather came over to have lunch with Meghan. Fortunately, I was on my way to class, so I didn’t have to just sit around awkwardly. Heather is Meghan’s ex and they broke up right before Meghan had a break down and had to spend three days in a psych hospital. A couple months ago, while having to pick up trash that Meghan didn’t put into a trash bag, I found a letter she had written to Heather that clued me in that Heather had cheated on her. Last month, I came home and Meghan was gone but Heather was sitting in our living room. I acknowledged her, but I guess I didn’t give her the proper greeting she wanted. Heather got pissed and hasn’t come around for awhile up until yesterday. I said "hey, dude" and continued getting ready to leave. 

Heather is just an interesting person. She’s super hard to get along with and I seriously cannot see why Meghan is so hopelessly in love with her. She’s rude and belittles anyone whose opinion doesn’t match her own and sometimes she just doesn’t know when to keep her opinions to herself. She gave me crap for dating Elise and calls me stupid every time I try to answer one of her dumb questions without offending her. Also, she’s super religious and I get tired of being invited to church. 

Fortunately, I also had the excuse to call my mom while Heather was over. I’m going to go to Fort Collins today to just hang out and then steal the video camera from my dad to use for our focus group. 

The other night while I was covering someone’s shift, one of the other cashiers was like ‘I know a boy on the sales floor who thinks you’re cute.’ She then proceeded to tell me that this guy, Caleb, likes me. I’m always skeptical when people say such things. The girl who told me this talks shit about people all the time, so how am I supposed to know if she’s being genuine. Caleb is cool and definitely not unattractive, but I really, really, really don’t want to date anyone. And I don’t want to deal with telling someone I don’t want to date for reasons that have nothing to do with personal feelings or attraction. 

Tony texted me the other day to let me know he was in Florida for his Grandpa’s funeral. He then sent me this text:
     "its 0k:) ya a funeral es n0 buen0 i d0nt want pe0ple t0 be sad when my time is up cuz my s0ul has n0 expirati0n 0ur b0dies d0 th0u. 0ur b0dies are just amazing bi0 c0mputers and vessles t0 move ar0und and interprite the w0rld ar0und us. the real u and i are quite untangable unless maybe u believe in 0ras and the meta physical w0rld then its a much bigger universe then we c0uld ever imagine Laura:)" 
It was surprising, but it made me happy to know that a friend thinks along the same lines I do. I kept all his typos because I think its more authentic. =) He’s a smart, progressive guy, but I still haven’t figured out why he types with zeroes instead of o’s. Haha. I was also glad that in an earlier text he called it a "funeral/celebrati0n 0f life." That’s how I like to think of it. I’ve only been to three funerals, but in each one, along with tears, there’s always been laughter and the general sense that the person’s life had been one worthwhile.

The first one I went to was my great uncle Billy’s. I’d only met him once or twice, but I already been banned from my baby cousin’s funeral because I was too young and so I wanted the chance to experience such an occasion. It was nice because everyone who spoke told so many great stories about him that by the end of the service I felt like I knew him better! And since then we’ve become closer with his wife, who, though she is really only distantly related, still is invited to all our close family functions. And she brings her chihuahua! <3 The second one I went to was my Grandma’s- my mom’s mom. I’ll admit that the funeral itself was really emotional, but in preparation and afterwards there was all my aunts, uncles, and cousins staying in one house and just enjoying each other’s company. There was an awkward moment when we all took a picture in front of Grandma’s ashes- all of us smiling with our arms around each other. Creepy, but it felt alright. The third was my other Grandma- my dad’s mom. I always enjoyed spending time with her, but at the funeral a lot of people told us these great stories about her from before my Grandpa left her and her bipolar disorder became worse. I’m glad I got to learn about that side of her then. =)

Idk why I’m thinking about funerals this morning. I’m going to go shower.