We tend to die young

Oh gosh…this is so sad, Aaliyah died in a plane crash when she was coming back to the United States after shooting her video in the Bahamas. Annie sent me a text message that Aaliyah was dead and at first I didn’t believe it because I thought it was just one of those silly rumors people who have nothing better to do make up. But then she said her cousin saw it in the news, and then just as I was about to open up that topic in the boards, I saw that someone already beat me to it. So it’s really true…God, how tragic. I wasn’t really a fan of hers, but I did like some of her songs and it’s quite sad how the people you least expect to die, die. I hope she rests in peace. I wonder..is it really that awful to die? I mean, I’m certainly not good enough for heaven, but I haven’t done anything really bad that makes me worthy of hell. Is there a place in the afterlife that’s somewhere in between? And I’m not talking about purgatory. You know, a place where–although not as perfect as heaven–you could rest in peace. Despite what some people might think, I don’t think I’m going to die young. I’m probably going to die in my nineties of some sickness old people get, surrounded by my numerous children and their grandchildren. And then…I don’t know. I can’t really be certain of where I’ll be headed to after that.

My family ate at The Outback today along with my grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins. It’s my dad’s birthday on Wednesday and he took us out today because my grandparents would be leaving for the mountains tomorrow. I honestly don’t know why my grandparents like the mountains so much. I mean, I know that it’s real cold and pretty up there, and plus we practically own the damn thing anyway. But I really can’t stand being so far away from civilization. No Internet! No cable TV! No malls! Now I’m no spoiled city brat; I can live without such modern conveniences for a few weeks (provided that I have my books, CDs and Discman with me). But how can one manage to stay so isolated there for so many months on end? Not to mention the long, uncomfortable, bumpy ride and the (ick) bugs. *shudder* How I hate the creepy, crawly little things! The way they fly around the room and land on your stuff randomly, the way they look so disgusting and so buggy, the way your skin itches like hell when they bite you, the way they are…it’s awful. I hate the spiders the most because they look so gross, then the beatles, then the flies, the millions of flies that come from nowhere but stay everywhere. I’m sorry, but I’d take the tropical heat of the beach anyday than survive the bugs. However, it’s been awhile since I went to the mountains. Maybe I should go next summer. What I really enjoyed about my last stay a year ago was climbing on top of a small waterfall with my uncle, aunt, sister and cousin. Then we just sort of waded, splashed around and soaked ourselves under the warm noontime rays. That was really amazing.

Well after our lunch at The Outback, which left me with my tummy sticking out a thousand feet in front of me, we visited my brother at the cemetery. It was raining when we got there and because my sister doesn’t know how to hold an umbrella properly, I got quite wet. But I didn’t mind–actually, I like standing under the rain and getting real soaked. I feel so happy and carefree and kind of like a five-year old whenever that happens and I wanted to do just that. Except I was in a rather girly mood today–I wore a skirt, something I rarely do–and somehow getting all wet under the rain just didn’t look right with my image. So it was under the umbrella I stayed.

I’m soooo glad we won’t have school tomorrow and on Tuesday! Talk about a very extended weekend. Maybe I’ll go out tomorrow.