I can't believe it's not butter

This was yet another overwhelmingly strange new year. The list goes as follows:

1. My grandma, the surrogate mother of my youth and the only person I used to watch Bold & The Beautiful with-- passed away on December 30, 2007.

2. That same morning, my "friend-o-drama" Jo gave birth to a little baby girl. I am now an auntie.

3. Spent the count-down on new years driving down the 10 freeway with my aunt from New York; I had just picked her up from Ontario Airport at 11:45pm.

4. Had a slew of funeral arrangement meetings, late night photo collage scanning, and a 11hr Kinko's please-photo-copy-this-shit-correctly marathon.

5. Buried grandma on the 5th. Didn't cry as much as I thought I would-- up until later on that night when I watched Roman Holiday by myself whilst clutching the pillow grandma made me when I was five years old (it's a really old and dirty pillow.)

I begin registration and find out my dorm assignment this Thursday. I am still completely oblivious to the fact that I am moving and that I actually need to pack my things. I am hesitant to make a list because I don't feel like driving around, nor do I feel like packing to begin with. I figure I'll just wear everything I want to bring, topped off with a poncho, and a sack of the shoes I'll eventually wear.

Ate at gr/eats today with Mike, Diana, and David (I had the paella and half of a seared ahi tuna sandwich-- NOT BAD!) We later visited GR2 next door, only to find out that it's INFESTED WITH TERMITES. No joke. I was browsing a display case by the store front window and found a swarm of the bugs chowing down on the wooden moulding. For a moment I thought it was part of an art exhibit-- but, judging by the immediate horror of the shop-girl's face upon asking her about it, I guess not.

Also, still not packing.