Malicious Maliciousness

->Awesome title- if I was actually writing something malicious. However I am pretty frustrated and that should count for something too right?
->Gennet blackboard is not working. This is probly my stupid slow computers fault.
Grief Poem Thingy
->I need to do the grief writing exercise. Um. yeah. This is hard. You'd think I'd have some good ideas with the whole moving in with the crazy grandma-dead grandpa-dead nana-crazyer grandma-dead grandma-dead grandad year. But that was really closer to two years, three sucky christmases and alot of angryness.
->Not alot of actual 'Grief writing' more like apathetic whining and angery rants. But writing it down did bring out alot of  funny-but-creepy moments we hadn't really apreciated at the time. Most of gramma's paranoid rants have become inside jokes, her Canada theory, House stealers, and countless cop calls.
->I think that the saddest thing was really when Nan died. We were all relieved for Gramma but Nan was tottally random. Her IM stayed up (and probly still is), occasally I would post something, not really beliving she was gone. Just hoping she'd come home, turn on the IM and give me a chat. At her house I always expected to walk into the kitchen, to counter tops covered in sugar and cream cheese, to the ovens warm air circulating the living room with a sweet cheese cake smell. We made cheesecake for her funeral. That was the first time we made the cakes with out her.
->I think this sounds kinda miserable, so uh. I think I'm going to sleep now. Not much poetry going on tonite. So uh.. Maybe tomarrow?
~Lizzeh <3