| Date: 2005-07-10 6:43 p.m. Yesterday I was in Beaumont, where we went through my Grandpa's old stuff to see if we wanted anything. He has been living in a retirement home for the past month or so, and therefore doesn't need anything that's in his house. My aunt found multiple bottles of alcohol in my gradpa's closet. Tons. Whiskey, vodka, everclear, you name it. We suspected that it belonged to my drug addict of a cousin. Because my aunt is a semi-radical Christian, she had someone poor it all down the drain. When I found out, I nearly choked on my own disbelief and died. My brother and I had to have a moment of silence for the tragic loss of alcohol. Anyway, I came away with 2 cute little rabbit things, some cups, a painting that my grandma (RIP) made when she was young, and a copy of the Declaration of Independence. Because as you all know, I'm a big fan of the movie National Treasure. In fact, if that movie didn't exist, I wouldn't even have known if my country had a Declaration of Independence. I always thought that a bunch of guys were sitting around, playing poker when one of them was like, "Hey I kinda like this, let's make this our country." and everyone was like "Aye!", but there was one guy who went "Nay!" so they just shot him.P.S. In retrospect, National Treasure wasn't bad. I'd recommend it over something like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which was the worst movie I have ever seen. I'd much rather just watch Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have sex for 2 hours than watch that movie. |
