Summer is gone... :(

But... I'm not in school so I don't have to care! This is a strange new feeling. I'm not going back to school and I no longer live with my parents. :S
I am currently renting a house with 4 other girls. That is correct, 5 teenage girls in a house together... all the time... it's not as bad as one would think though. We all manage to get along pretty well. For the most part anyways. It helps that we all work a lot, so during the day there are only a couple people home at a time. After 11 however, once everyone is off work, there are rarely less than 8 people in the house.

It's been a while since I posted anything, so I might as well fill you in. There was a lovely homecoming upon my return from Vancouver, about a month ago. I stepped off the bus to learn that my brother and my grandfather were both in the hospital, in separate hospitals actually.

My brother had been camping with my mother at Lakelse. Messing around on his bike in one of the fields he launched off a bump, hit the ground with his front tire, and the forks that attach the tire to the frame sheared off, very cleanly, in exactly the same place on both sides. So then the front tire was no longer attached to the bike, he and the frame went face first. One of the forks still attached to the tire went into his mouth, breaking his upper jaw, his sinus cavity and a few teeth. The other fork hit him in the neck about an inch from the carotid artery, but didn't break the skin and just left a very nasty bruise. So he nearly died and was in the hospital in terrace for a week before being sent to Vancouver to have his face reconstructed. He's home now and doing fine. He is however, lacking a few teeth. So he looks like a hillbilly.

My grandfather has been in and out of the hospital since I returned from Van. He had gallstones, not fun. The first time they sorted him out and sent him home after a week. Two weeks ago he went to emergency again, apparently they hadn't done a very good job. He went right into surgery that night, and before they could begin he went into heart failure and he started coughing up black stuff. Needless to say, they did'nt operate, but instead stabilized him and sent him to Vancouver the same night. I got to say goodbye before he left. I was pretty well convinced he wasn't coming back this time. But a week later he was back in Rupert! Still at the hospital, but home at least. I visited him at the hospital everyday until he got home last week. My Farfar is okay now, but tired. I promised him when he feels up to it, he can teach me how to make Danish chicked soup. :)

So now everyone is finally home and okay. And no one in my house has killed anyone yet. And the QYA is starting up with week, which gives me something to do.

Now I am getting kicked off the computer at the internet cafe. That's okay, because now I have to go buy catfood, and lightbulbs and do other grownup things. Yikes.