Today is just another day, for the constant drama and the stupid dog fights my cousin loves to bet his money on. I'm going job searching today, I feel I should take part of my uncle's advice and find a better paying job. I'm still looking for grants that I qualify for, I found one that just requires me to write a one thousand two hundred letter essay on "The Big Idea." I started on it and I'm not quite finnished, with only 800 words to go. Hopefully when I'm done they take the time to look over it right away, I hope to get that one thousand dollar grant. In my mind I can visualize myself at the school of my dreams everytime I work on the essay. This morning I checked on my grandma to see if she was okay. when I walked in her room she smiled at me, her vision remains clear for her age "Goodmorn'n sugg how's my little grand baby do'n today?" She doesn't often say every morning with a glow on her face. "Goodmorning grandma I'm good, how is your leg feeling today?" I gave her leg ointment yesterday she was in extreme pain. "Oh sugg my leg is alright," she smiles "I'm just thankful the good Lord allowed me to see another day." My grandma isn't always like this, some days she wonders why God is letting her live with the terrible pain in her body and then there are days like this where she's happy to be alive. "Sugg now you gone and see about ya' mother" she replied before I headed towards the door, "alright grandma." I really don't like to see my mother, she is out all night and back in the day time or sometimes gone for two or three days! She mainly resides in a small crack house in a room with addicted drug users, to get to her I would have to go in that house. I hate the smell , the smell of ash trays with a strong scent of musk and piss.