G-Pa & G-Ma's house is off the heezy!

Yup, it is. They live in Upper Michigan. Next to a lake, and a lot of trees. The grocery store is really small, and the cashier looks at you like you're siamese twins with Bob Hope if you're not wearing flannel and/or sweatpants. Or maybe she reserves that oh-so-special glance just for me. I think she hates me.

No worries though, everyone else is friendly. The fishing sucks, but it's worth a shot. Antonio's has the best pizza, and the most amusing old people, including my grandparents. Like the guy fighting with his wife about a beaver in their plumbing. But that's not my business.

I had nearly 40 lbs. of homework this weekend, no lie. G-Ma said she'd complain to the school board if she was Dad. She's not, though, so I have less to worry about. It took me a good chunk of time to finish all that, (an accumlative 11 1/2 hours, but I got it done) but I still had time to write. Their place is the only domain I can write in properly. I never write anything decent anywhere else. I dunno why. I can concentrate there, with or without noise. Oh, and Jon, you'll be happy, I finally wrote a scene for the script. I thought I'd have more, but I looked over the others, and they suck arsonell, so I chucked them in...well, under my bed somewhere. It's sans zombies, I'm afraid, but amusing nontheless.

You know what really sucks, though? When we got home today, I found our parakeet, Houdini, dead in the front corner of his cage. That brought me down a bit; he was the only bird I'd ever really gotten along with. Still smells a bit in here, but that might just be the turtle tank.