» I don’t care if those haters think my buffalo are wack.
I don’t care if those haters think my buffalo are wack.
Posted on December 29th, 2003 in hoobastank

How was everyone’s Christmas? I’ve done a whole lot of thinking this past week. At my family Christmas party, we came to terms with the severity of my aunt’s cancer. There was a lot of crying. I don’t know what I would do if my mother was dying of cancer. I don’t think I would be able to handle it… I *know* I wouldn’t be able to handle it. My cousin always seems to be in good spirits when I see her, but I know it’s killing her. This lady at my work survived breast cancer. Our family needs a miracle right now. If there was one thing I could wish for, it would be that my aunt survives this. I don’t want my cousin to even THINK about saying “I wish my mom was here” on her wedding day. My aunt has lost the ability to walk and the ability to move her right arm… She already gathered her husband and children to say her goodbyes before she loses her ability to speak. It’s times like these that really make you put your life in perspective. I feel really selfish complaining about trivial shit all the time… Having to go to work and school at the same time… Having stupid arguments with the boyfriend… Having no money to go snowboarding… How about having no mother? I take things for granted all the time. I’m praying for a miracle, Chel… On a lighter note, I had a pretty nice Christmas with my family and friends. I got tons of cool gifts (i.e. a Split-EnderĀ®, a HOOBASTANK hoodie, and an ALARM for my effin car keys that I misplace on a daily basis!). I had FUN TIMES at Michelle’s holiday potluck with the usual crew… even though those haters think my buffalo are wack. LOL LOL LOL.

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