7:18pm

Whooo! It's been almost a month since I've written. What to say...what to say...

Well, let's see: Friday Night Men's League - we won. YBC - I won High Triple with Handicap (790), but my team finished 2nd in the playoffs. Ummm...April 25th, Steph dumped me. April 28th, we got back together. My school won the City Championships for 'Reach for the Top', and we're going to Provincials in Kingston this weekend. We get to stay at Queen's University.

Thinking of all that, I still have a somewhat dry taste in my mouth. Then I remember why. Thursday night (May 4, 2000), my grandma passed away. This really hit home. I had intended on going to see her in the fall, but was unable to due to lack of funds and time. I wanted to apologize to her for the hurt I caused her in the past, but now I'll never get the chance. I'm stuck with the guilt for the rest of my life. My godfather, Uncle Ray, told me before he didn't blame me. I'm not too sure I feel the same way.

The funeral is was scheduled for tomorrow (Monday), but my father, sister, and I will not be attending. It seems my uncle took it upon himself to threaten my father. Something to the affect of 'If I catch you after dark, I'll kill you'. Very brotherly of him. I don't care to really go into the details of this whole story, but I can tell you this: it happened when I was 12 (do the math, that's about 7 years ago), and they're still holding a grudge. Now, my family claims to be a Catholic family. But if that's the case, then they're overlooking one very important quote from the Bible: "To err is human; to forgive divine"

So now I'm even more upset because I found out last night from Jen that we will not be attending the funeral because my family can't act mature for one day and let our father say goodbye to his mother. Right now, the thought of my family is making me ill to my stomach. I'm so fucking ashamed to even have to call them relatives.

I hope when I hit the age of 40, I'm nothing like my relatives. At this point in time, I consider them more ignorant than Mr. Taylor (for those of you who are close to me at school, you'll know that this is a VERY bad insult). I don't care if they're blood or not. They are disgracing the family name, and I want nothing to do with them. If they are going to treat my father this way, then they'll have nothing to do with me, since I am Robert Gignac, Jr., hence the SECOND coming of my father. (only I'm better looking and have a great butt).

But, I'm trying to rid my head of these sadistic thoughts of my family. It's time to think of more important matters, like calling Steph now. She always cheers me up.

Sincerely Yours,