First thing's first, yes i did went to eat KFC when i was in Kentucky. But i didn't bring back any, nor the bones, for any of you guys. Even if i did tried to bring some back i would had prolly ate it due to hunger.  I have a lot to type about my past 2 weeks of summer when i went to Kentucky to visit my grandpa. I'll just break down the main points, the exciting parts and some sad parts. 2 days before i'd left i had this dream that i was going to be sick. and guess what? it happen the next day. Thursday to be exact. I was all lazy and tired and dizzy. To make matters worst my mom was calling me from left to right to do this and do that before we leave. Next morning was a Friday morning. Had to wake up around 6am. I felt like a heavy lump. Walking myself to the bathroom was painful and i felt really heavy. The plane flight was horrible. I was aching, cramping, and my legs felt like i was going to chop them off any moment if they dont leave me alone. And i was cold all the time. I wore a jacket. And within that jacket i'm still cold. When we got there it was around 10pm (which will be like 7pm over in Cali) When we got to the house i quickly took a shower and brush my teeth and went to bed. I forgot there was a little thing called JETLAG. so i couldn't sleep. I just lay there and rested my eyes and hope my body doesn't ache nomore. The night before i was talking to one of my friend, "yeah this will be the last call until 2 weeks from now." Told him that and made that last late night phone convo last. But that night as i was laying he called me. Guess he didn't understand the "last phone call until 2 weeks from now" thing. But it's okay, i couldn't sleep anyways and it was like what? 2-3am over there. The phone nights continued for the next few..more then few...but few days. Until i told him that i was adjusted with the time already. That he actually listened to. The next day wasn't any better. I had to get out of bed. I was going to my dad's sister's wedding (which btw, was clebrated at a resturant...that serves SEAFOOD (didn't know that until we got there) (also i am allergic to seafood)) that i do and do not want to go to. But i suck it up and went anyways. getting ready was a pain in the ass with my mom and grandma. My grandma yelled at me to like go put on make up and do my hair and shit. SHIT. WTF. i just got here, i don't know where the damn curlers or w/e where it is. I dont even know how to use make up to be honest. I went into the restroom and cried cause i was so mad. I took a quick showe rto wet my hair and to just blow dry it to make it look better. My mom came in and helped me with the makeup. When i was done i wanted to shove a knife down my grandma's throat. The wedding wasn't that bad. I mean meeting my family on my dad side was a bit hard since i forgot their names and how to call them. You know in Vietnamese they got these things where you say "Bac, Chu..." blahh dunno how to spell and all that. So i got them mixed up at one point and was corrected the next. Embarassing. I mostly hang out with my cousin Jennifer. Thank goodness i have her. She was suprised to see me. Guess somebody didn't imformed my cousins that i was coming cause my other cousin was suprised too. But happy. (: I'd also made some new friends. HEHE. And as for my little brothers, it was ackward for them. aha. they sorta forgot me since the last time i'd visited they were still so young. My dad made every effort he can to spend time with me. (This i did not tell my grandma or mom or any adult on my mom side of the family but only to my cousins) cause what's the point of trying to defend him and make him sound like a good guy? they hate him. Overall the wedding turned out great. Congrats to my auntie and that lucky guy. That night my grandma got me mad again. The next few days my cousins and I went shopping. Those few days, my dad problem didn't died. and during those few days i cried again and again for the same damn thing. Then the next next day which wa slike a Monday, my stepmom called to aks if i wanted to go have breakfast with them. I wanted to say yes but i said no. I told them that they're talking hecka shit over here and that i i'm tired of it. She understood quickly and said "okay, next time we'll just buy you a ticket and you can come over. sorry for the trouble." I felt horrible afterwards but it's okay. I'm trying to be strong about this thing but i know i can easily break down. Cause it had happened. Welps i'm done with Part 1. I wanna go practice with my guitar. I misss it so much. Hope i'll update more soon. Cause the next part is the fun part. ;D | 
