funeral for a friend('s grandfather)

the weather's pretty dry today.I swear the sun is beautiful but it's killing me.I hate coming home from school everyday feeling like I just ran a marathon.walking home passing the football court i could hear the extremely dry leaves on the ground rubbing on the concrete floor cause of the disgusting hot dry wind and the leaves were making a trinkling sound yea , that dry, that hot.It feels like a drought.Coming home from such a demoralising journey to find that your childhood friend's grandfather passed away last night from a stroke with his eye wide open and mouth hanging about 2 inches wide really aggravates everything and listen to her talk about how her ex-boyfriend who conincidentally broke up with her the night before as well and how he said she was the cause of his death really really " helps ". Poor girl , I never want to be in her position.I admit I'm quite the soundoholic , quietophobic( read lullaby).I swear chuck's books make me feel so ashamed of myself sometimes.but then again what I learn from it is a price worth paying for.Things are more complicated now.I'm not being emo by the way if that's what you think. I'm also a emoophobic now.surprise surprise.tomorrow's my last paper for my prelims so I'll be seeing how I fair next week oh the anticipation.note the sarcasm.I swear after my major exams a.k.a. the n levels which ends in october I'm going to lock myself up in my room and sleep all day away from the sun and people for a week.no , I'm not being emo.I'm being caveman.heard of that term? yea , thought so. I'll be being myself in my room which is a pig.I'll be hibernating for the summer( sun sun heat hot kill me!).I'm not making my sense. ok , bye bye