well, this has been the worst Thanksgiving EVER!!!!! my great-Grandpa Claude Clarence Bartlett just passed away, his funeral was on Saturday. I don't think I've cried as hard as I did that day...well yeah, once and Its kinda personal. It was my Mom's grandpa, and on her side the family, there's always huge disputes. my Grandma's brother Mark is a pastor and so is my great uncle Corky, and Mark decided to try and make the funeral 2 hours long!!! can you believe that? that would just kill everybody. I was supposed to be pallbearer with my dad, no of course not, he had to change that!!! nobody from my family got to be pallbearer or do anything, just his slutty daughter(=O, Sorry) and his hyper-active jerky son who is 14 and acts like hes 2 or 3, he still plays with Pokemon! well at least Mark asked me to sing, which I did, and it was Amazing Grace, and I showed that A**hole whose boss. oh did I mention that the microphone just mysteriously turned off when he handed it to me, hmmm, how Strange!...