Relatives G

Alright, so this isn't in my 'Memories' series, but I thought I'd just talk about it because I can.

So, my family history on my mother's side disappears after a few generations. No names, no nothing. It's like we don't exist ((maybe we're just aliens from Saturn or something...)) but after that point, there are many possibilities as to our relatives.

You see, my grandmother's maiden name is Jackson. And there is a very high possibility that I am, in fact, related to Michael Jackson. Then, my mother's maiden name is Swift, and there is a slight chance that I am related to Taylor Swift ((though not as likely as Michael...)). And the other major one is Elvis Presley, apparently ((somewhere in the family tree)) we were Presleys but we can't find any documents on whether or not we actually ARE related to him. ((Of course, if we are, we could also be related to Oprah because Oprah may be related to Elvis...*shrugs*))

See, like I said earlier: we have no family history. It's all gone. Don't suggest one of those websites or genealogy places, they don't have anything. It's like we don't exist.

Well, that's about all.

Thank you for the music MJ,
Shigure's Carma

Memories and Visits G

((Once again, continuation of my 'Memories' series))

When I was little, my grandparents lived 3 days away ((by car)) so we'd visit when we could. Now, there are several visits I remember, but I'll focus on ONE today.

I was really little and my grandpa decided to take us to visit Uncle...Henry...Harvey...Harold...it stated with an 'H'...anyways...so I went with him and my mom.

I don't really remember Uncle What-sis-face, but I remember his house. It had a light brownish shag carpet that I spent the vast majority of my visit sitting on. The house smelled weird. A combination of cigarettes, dust, and old.

Yes, old has a smell. You know, that smell that always seems to be in old people's houses, nursing homes, and old buildings, that's what 'old' smells like.

I also remember light colored paint on the walls, and it was really sunny. That's pretty much all I remember.




AND AN ADDITION THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT! I've been listening to show tunes. My current show tunes are:

• 'I Cain't Say No' (Oklahoma)
  
• 'Maybe This Time' (Cabaret)
  
• 'Money, Money' (Cabaret)
  
• 'What I Did For Love' (A Chorus Line)
  
• 'Don't Cry for Me Argentina' (Evita)
  
• 'Be Italian' (Nine)

Ironically, I've never seen any of those musicals...but I love the music from Cabaret, especially the versions with Liza Minelli. XD

What I Did For Love,
Shigure's Carma

Memories and Last Days of School

As a continuation of my 'Memories' I thought I'd say the little I know about my last day of school each year.

Crying.

There, that is all I have to say.

Not 7th or 8th grade, but every other year, I've cried. This year was pretty bad. Alright, it was the worst. I was pretty much a wreck, but whatever.

I have no more to say on the matter,
Shigure's Carma