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I feel like it's about time for another update, don't you?

I've been running on no sleep for the past 3 days. I think I know what T feels like. First off, Tinted Windows= AWESOME!

Next topic: Jimmie Cone. That didn't happen. I spent the good part of Friday cooking like crazy for the Rosary the next day, and I had to keep in mind that my dad and I were leaving for NYC at 4:00 AM (so we thought). I went to J's house and we decided to take a trip to Jimmie Cone since her friend was in town. There were already closed, so we diverted to Waffle House. I came back home around 1:00 am. I hopped in the shower around 1:45 and finished at 2 something. By the time I was done blow drying my hair, it was 3:00 am. I got literally 15 minutes of sleep before my dad came knocking on my door to wake me up. We leave for Tommy's and get there around 4 something in the morning. We stand around talking, and call auntie Shirl's to see if everyone's on their way. We were supposed to have left at 5:00 AM, and they had just woken up. My insisted on getting breakfast, so we went to Frank's Diner which is down the street from Tommy's. It was a really small place, but it was a REAL diner. They served me epic pancakes and hash browns, none of which I could finish. Tommy's mom called us "from the road" and auntie Shirl was yelling in the background about us eating breakfast; "WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE, THEY DON'T NEED TO EAT NOW!!!" Yeah...when we called them from Maryland House (the first rest stop with fast food and what not), they weren't even through Baltimore yet. We were WAY ahead of them. Dad got irritated that they were rushing us through breakfast, and they haven't even left the house yet. They told us to keep going. We stopped at the Vince Lombardi rest stop in Jersey to change in to our formal attire, and they told us to wait for them again. We waited a good 45 minutes, before my dad got super pissed off. At that point Tommy's mom told us to keep going, because they being the sunday drivers that they are, were still way behind us. She gave us bad directions from the GW bridge, and we ended up going towards Connecticut. Uncle George called to find out where we were, because the people were about to close the casket. Dad yelled on the phone about this bullshit, and how we got bad directions. We didn't have the address, so I couldn't use the GPS on my phone. He called back a minute later with one of the priests who knows the area inside and out, and gave me awesome directions. We were late for the mass, but none of the less we arrived no thanks to some people. Dad was pretty much a wreck as soon as he sat down. There was a priest from Guam who was giving the eulogy, and it was a great one. He talked about how Father Jack made such a huge impact on everyone, especially those in Guam and Hawaii. He said that even til his final days, Father Jack remained his usual, cheerful self. Another priest said how Father Jack joked, saying "I don't want anybody coming up to the front at my funeral, and saying all these great things about me. If they haven't said it now, then it's too late!" On the ride to the church, I kept trying to think back on when I met him. The only thing that came to mind was me running around somewhere. Dad said that I was running around and playing in the monastery. After the mass was over, I saw that Uncle George was one of the pallbearers. He was trying so hard not to burst in to tears. At the very end I did cry a little bit. Zoe and Doney were asking me why I was crying, they could understand why everyone else was. I said that I did meet him when I was little, but I wasn't going to get in to a huge story about why. As much as both my parents feel like they owe him, I feel the same way too. He did such a huge service for my parents, my entire family, etc. He broke the rules to marry my parents in 3 days. When my family immigrated from the Philippines, they couldn't afford the tuition for their school, so he let them go for free. He personally helped my grandma with her financial burdens by assisting her with whatever he could spare. He kept a close and watchful eye on my dad, and really straightened him out. The cemetery was right around back. It contained all the bodies of the former priests, the majority were missionaries in Guam. I have this rule for myself that I will no take pictures during funerals. I just won't. It's not something I want to have on file, it's not something I want to remember. On this wall thing, there was a rose and right behind it was Father Jack's casket. I had to admit that that would have made a cool picture. The people crowding around blocked my view, and I still wasn't about to take any pictures. It was amazing to see the amount of Capuchin Friars, as well as priests alike, attending his funeral. Guam PDN made an obituary for Father Jack; it was a collage of photos of him and his service at Mt. Carmel (my family's school growing up). It was entitled, "The House that JACK Built". Indeed it was correctly titled. He did make that school! Back then people didn't really care so much for a decent education, until Father Jack came around. Now it feels even better when I went with my dad and repainted that classroom. Back then we did it in the name of my grandma Eva, but now it's also for Father Jack.

After the burial, the friars held a reception in one of their gathering spaces. Fr. Jack's mother was there, so my dad went up to her and thanked her for her son's great deeds. His bedroom was right around the corner of the gathering room, so we went over and knocked on the door and thanked him. One of the other priests joked with us saying that "oops, it's locked! I don't think you'll be allowed in." We hung around for another hour and a half. There were some old family friends who traveled from Guam to attend the funeral. One of the other Capuchin Friars was another who had taught my family at Mt. Carmel...I think. All I can remember was that he recognized my family there. He was the one who gave me the terrific directions. He saw my dad, and asked if it was him. My dad didn't recognize him at first, but it all came back to him. The friar couldn't believe how my dad looks now, compared to when he last saw him as a little boy. He had old photos in his pocket, and shared them with my dad. The Capuchin friar who ran the museum let us in, and took us on a tour. There were many art pieces dating back to the 15 c. There were also two robes on display, the old traditional robe which was more intricate with lace and hand embroidered designs, and the new St. Francis robes with sandals. The Friar talked about how their rosaries that hang from their robes are hand made by artisans who are also friars. There was a display case in the middle containing many crosses for the rosaries hand made by past friars. There was a crucifix made entirely out of mother of pearl. He told us that there is more to the museum, but unfortunately we won't be able to view it since it's not visiting hours, plus it's slightly under construction. They're in the process of putting up a memorial for Father Jack. They're going to take all his effects, and put it in the museum. He told us that they're also going to do a thing on Guam within the next year.

After changing our clothes, we sped back down 95 to make it home to get the food and go to the final rosary. I was so out of it, that it was a struggle to drive to Zoe's. We missed the rosary, but obviously we made it for dinner. Tommy, Josh, Angel, and I went in to the basement to eat dinner and play scrabble. On my way home, Megan called me to see if I was going to Andrew's going away party. I completely forgot, and told her how I was running on 15 minutes of sleep, and just got back from an emergency trip to NYC. She said that she would give Andrew my love for me if she ever made it the place. It was Piratz Tavern in downtown Silver Spring.

Today was another one of those ehhhh days. I had a hard time trying to get up, even though I got 11 hours of sleep. Someone was supposed to call my family about when everyone got to the cemetery, since we are closer. They conveniently forgot, and didn't call us. My dad was like, "It's okay. They don't want to call us, whatever then." I went to CalTor with Maxx, since he's been locked up for how long. He needed to get out of the house. After eating, I went back to my room to take another nap before work. I forgot my phone in the car, and I thought I had overslept. I still had another 2 hours before it was time to get up to get ready for work. Work was another story. 90 degree days bring the lines. No break. I was falling asleep when I got to work, but I woke up when it was time to work. I have to work again tomorrow night. Yay. I was on my toes all night watching the door. Since there were so many people, I didn't know if Bitchface was standing in line. She didn't come. Let's keep it that way. It was (work)Megan's last day, so I officially take over her shifts starting tomorrow night. She told me that she's going to visit before she goes to school, she's going to UMD College Park. I have one more month at Cold Stone, before it's time for me to leave. I'll be coming back during breaks, worst comes to worst. That makes me wonder, I don't think I can attend Brian's wedding. It's in January, and it's right before classes start for me. IF I do go back to work, then it's not going to happen. Plus I need the money for my books, supplies, and parking permit. Crazy schedule.

I got home and ate a late dinner. I was starving. I played with Maxx for a little bit, and decided that I wanted to bake brownies. I did that while watching the Simpsons. After that I went online and made a Tinted Windows ringtone. It's been driving me nuts since I was cooking, so I couldn't wait to walk upstairs to make this. It's a "back with you" ringtone. It'll replace my obnoxious phone explosion ringtone that I know everyone loves so much. It's super loud, so for sure I can't miss any calls...unless I leave my phone somewhere. Even then I could still hear it. I kept playing it over and over on my phone, completely disregarding that I have that song on my laptop, and the cd sitting right next to me.

I really need some sleep.