Dear LiveJournal,

Meet Gelato.

He's my family's new maltese puppy. He was born at 1:40 AM on May 21st, 2009. He's one of four puppies and the only one who survived.<sup>+

that's his umbilical cord...</sup>

I'm biased, but he's insanely cute and adorable even though he resembles a rat and acts just like his father, Panini*. And if you don't believe the cute factor:

Him and his mommy are adorable together.

⁺My aunt heard a noise at around 1:35 and then called us all down saying "Puppies! Puppies!" [the only reason I was up because nature had been calling me about 5 minutes before] and when we got to the room, one puppy was born and had died already. She (Diva) was in the process of delivering Gelato but he got stuck and we had to help her. The other two puppies had to be taken out via C-Section in the morning since one of the males (there were 3 males, 1 female) was stuck inside Diva and the female was behind him. They didn't make it.

*We're hungry when we name our pets.
For example: Panini, Latte, and now Gelato.
What can I say?
We're Italian. We like food.

FOR THOSE ON MY F-LIST WHO HAVE ADDED ohnoincognito:
You may see this entry twice. Sorry for the double post. I'm just trying to use it now.

What have I done the past five days to speak of?
Yesterday I went back to school. Everything went well all day. Wind Ensemble had NYSSMA Majors so I got to miss English and Math so that we could rehearse and then leave early (we wound up leaving around 2 ish anyway). At the performance, we did pretty well. One of the judges came up to us after our second piece not realizing we weren't finished. After Persad told her "I'm sorry, but we have one more piece to play," she laughed it off and walked off stage. That's when Davies DROPPED the CYMBAL. We all said afterwards, that was what lost us our Gold with Distinction. The judge then came back up to the stage and commented on our INTONATION of all things (FYI: Persad is a stickler with WE about intonation, always telling us our intonation is terrible). We all just kind of looked at Persad at that comment. Anyway, all said and done, we got Gold. We did well (even though it was the WORST I've ever heard Illyrian Dances played).

And then the bus ride home...
That was absolute...crap. The first half was good, great, fine. Then about halfway home, I got really quiet. My mind went into overdrive and I started crying. Since I was crying so hard, I started hyperventilating. And then the fact that I was hyperventilating so much threw me into a panic attack. I had never had a panic attack before. I don't know how many of you on my f-list have, but if you haven't, it's one of the scariest things ever. The thing is, when I get scared, I revert into this mindset of someone very young. It's not like I start babbling about the monsters, but I use very simple vocabulary, I kinda just look around and try to get a feel for what's going on. I sound like a scared 6 year old. "What's going on? What's wrong with me? Why is my vision blurry? Why do my hands feel weird?" That's how I sound, but I also get this different voice. It's just...scary.

At one point, I couldn't breathe. I was just hyperventilating, gasping for air. Then when we got to the high school, Trevor ran off the bus and got me water from his car. They were debating calling a paramedic, but I told them not to. Trevor called my mom and told her that maybe she should come pick me up, which she did....yeah.

Today my family got a new car. A Hyundai Elantra Touring. I got to take the car virginity and drive it home. It came with an iPod cord, so I had my music on the whole ride home, with my mom saying "How did you FIND this?" for half the songs. Yep.
Here's a stock photo of the car. It's pretty roomy and really cute (same color too).


And question:
If you had to decide between the Scion xB, the Nissan Cube, or the Honda Element? Which would you choose?
[I'm attaching pics in the same order]

Scion xB


Nissan Cube


Honda Element


Yes, I have a fetish for box cars.


Peace.

I'm scared. My mind's racing, but at the same time, totally shutting down, not wanting to think anymore. The room feels like it's spinning or like I want to start running but can't. I don't know what's wrong. I was almost diagnosed with bipolar and obsessive-compulsive disorder today. And yeah, it makes sense, but this is something else, something strange. This better not be the new meds. I'm nervous....

Dear F-List, please don't shoot me for three posts today, please?
<3- wetdiamonds
PS: stolen from un_fantasma

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So I'm going around on college finder website thingies last night (namely, Zinch). I'm reading all these profiles and thinking "They all sound the same." All trying to suck up, sound the best, blahblahblah. I know that's good and all, but the thing is, I want to be REAL about myself. I don't want to be this fake hollow shell and get accepted simply because they think I sound amazing. They all say that they want to go into medicine, help people, do this, do that, that they study insanely hard, what does mine say?

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Today I also got another ego hit. This douche of a "friend" IMs me out of nowhere, says something, and it just irked me.
So now, I am compiling a list of "Things I Need."

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I expect to be adding to that list more and more.
We shall see.

I've fucking had it with education here. I try to maybe push myself and go in for a few classes. Apparently, I can't do that so I have to go to the damn tutor for an hour anyway and then go to Wind Ensemble. Just urgh. I've just about had it with everything at this point. One person tells me one thing and another person tells me another. It's all bs, but that's just my opinion. I think that after next week, I'm just going to go back to school, end of story. I'm sick of projects being modified for me, having to do double what the class did because I couldn't do it with a tutor, just A'P4IOTHUQG5IYA;FHAOUITHTINRI;OTJ4OTI4JOIjaoiJ;OIJT;OIAJTa;orijaotiaj5otiaj5toi

and then some ARRRGGGH on the side. I can't believe this shit is still going on more than a month later. I am NOT doing home-tutoring the rest of the year. No. I have friends who are seniors. I am not missing out on time I could be spending with them. And then they say "Well school isn't for socializing." but then they're afraid I'm missing out on the social aspects of school by doing home tutoring. WHICH ONE IS IT?!?!?
Just. Fuck it all at this point.
Fuck.
It.

RANT TIME.

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It was really low for money, I'd sell my body before an organ, only because I'm deathly afraid of anesthetic awareness during surgery.

They laughed and were no more.