Okay... wow I have tons to write about. So I haven't updated in a while, and I don't think that more has gone on in the course of two diary entries than has now. Anyways, let me start by saying that I had an amazing time in California, and I loved every minute of it (illegal Junior guys' reconnaisance missions to Hollywood and all). So the next week (after Cali) was my first week of summer school, which was (and is) very interesting... it's good to have a class that you show medeocre intrest in and actually learn from. My teacher is an excellent man and he's got a quite entertaining sense of humor. So on to the next weekend, my family, Paul and I went to Las Vegas and stayed for the weekend (my mom's birtday). I think Paul and I can make anything fun, so that added to the overall niceness of Vegas. Which brings me to the sad part. My grandmother suffers from Alzheimer's disease which is really kinda depressing, and she's gotten to the point where she doesn't remember me anymore. I went to go help my grandfather take care of her and take her to the doctor last Tuesday, and I think I handled it well... but I just, I'm not used to having to deal with people that I love in that kind of shape. She can't move herself anymore, and she doesn't have any concious thought anymore. For her conditon, I think that this whole situation is worse on my grandfather, he recently moved out of their nursing home, and into a house right across the way from the Alzheimer's ward where my grandma lives. He walks down to see her twice a day, and I just admire him so much for that. I know I've said it before, and I'll probably say it again, but i just hope that I can love someone that much one day. One thing that happened that day will never leave me, no matter what. I was waiting in the Alzheimer's ward with a few other people that were my grandmother's age, and we were sitting around watching "Seabiscuit," and as my grandparents were ready to leave the told me get my grandmother's wheelchair ready and get all the stuff we need to bring. As we we're leaving, an older woman named Dottie grabbed my hand and said, "You're a mighty fine grandson." I didn't know how to respond, this woman's had such a full life and this disease has completely robbed her of her short-term memory. I was so close to tears in there... I haven't had someone care about me like that in so long. There's been tons of other things that have gone on in the past few weeks too, but I think that's all I have to say for now. I'm in good shape, I feel good, and I'm starting to appreciate life more and more... about time huh? Sleep well kids.