Stuff it

Well, I said I would update on the status of my late night at the Valley and everything, but now that I have 1)lost my original entry, and 2)gone so long without updating about it, it just doesn't seem right. So I'll give a brief and hurried account for the heck of it, and then be able to move on. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Let's see, late night, played DDR until 2:30, tried to sleep on a rickety futon in hopes that I wouldn't disturb Michael when I turned over, but he passed out quickly. People were talking and shouting and making general noises that made it both difficult and to some degree easier to sleep. I had never slept in the Valleys until that point, and it had been 4 years since I had slept in a dorm at all, and almost 5 since I actually lived there. But anyway.
It's been a bit of a weird and desperate time for me lately. I have spent a good deal of time in prayer, especially while walking, which I did a lot more of because my van was having problems (which I now know to have been the front left brake wearing out for some reason, which is odd since my dad replaced them on both sides just over a month ago). And I've had an ultimatum set down for me: get a job and see a change in my financial situation, or else I'm out by the end of the month. I have spent some days in fear and desperation, losing sleep and being rather depressed. I did get myself out for some applications today, one of which is for a couple days extra help at a flower shop for Valentine's Day, and another for K-10 movie theater. I'll be hitting Barnes & Noble tomorrow for the heck of it. I would really like to work in a book store since it would at least seem to be something like close to my degree in creative writing. I figure my books will eventually be sold there anyway.
We had a party for my grandmother's birthday yesterday, and my sister got lumped in there, too, since my sister's birthday is Wednesday (she'll be 25) and my grandma's is Thursday (she'll be 82). It was fun and stuff but it was yet another reminder of how I don't know how much longer I'll be seeing my grandmother. I sometimes worry if I get a late call from my mom that my grandma has passed, but thankfully that hasn't happened. I do know that when she does leave us it will be for God's glory and in His plan and everything, but I can't help but be sad anyway.
Another fun part of the weekend was going out with my mom, sister and the kids. We went to the Grand Rapids Children's Museum, which was fun in and of itself, but then we went out to eat. Lily, my niece, decided to start sticking her pizza-sauce-smeared face against my cheek and was hugging me around my neck. I offhandedly said that I wished there was a girl 20 years older than her (she's 4, so that would make the girl about 24 or so) who would do that to me. She said I'll never find a girl or lady and I'll never get married (though she later relented and said I would). Uncles don't get married she said. As if I'm not already feeling pressure in general that I'm to the point where I should be married and having kids (though obviously it would be my wife carrying them to term, because, well, the whole physiology thing and all).
But the final fun of the weekend comes in the form of the house being broken into. I went home for the weekend, Jim went to MAC for the weekend, Jon left to go to his grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary party, and Jeff was out celebrating his birthday on Saturday night. Sometime between 5 and 10:30 was when the culprit struck, and it appears he only took money for the most part, and some things he could sell or wanted, like Jeff's camcorder and Jim's model plane. Nothing of mine appears to be gone, but I don't have money just lying around, mainly because I don't have money. On the plus side we might just be getting a security system installed. That would be pretty okay with all of us.
So thus ends my synopsis of the week. I hope you have enjoyed the rollercoaster that is my life. And if you don't, just look at the title and take my advice.