I had 4 hours of sleep. I was at four pages and I was almost done, but then the dog started barking. I went out to see what was wrong. She seemed like she was in a panic. She keep licking me, so I figured she was thirsty. She drank...then I got her food and man...she must have been hungry because she went crazy with the food. It made me so sad. =[ Then my brother tells me that he's tired of the "guilt trip shit" from everyone. sigh.

I had to play with her, and rub her for like 2 hours before she calmed down...even then she wouldn't go into her cage...so I just left her outside in the family room....I kept going back and forth...

I dunno if my brother felt anything at all when I told him I have a paper midterm to finish after he told me to go to sleep. I wish he was more considerate of others' feelings. My mom is stressed out about him...and I wish I could do something to help...took up my brother's responsibility...I guess...but not anymore.

MiMi is going to a new home soon and I can't wait for her to be happy.

This morning I woke up at 7:15, tried to print my paper. My brother said his printer worked, but it didn't. I also had to translate for this lady who was there to draw some blood from my grandma for tests and stuff. I was running really late. So, thank GOD! Nez was able to print it out for me. Thanks Nez!

sigh. but on the brighter side...I love my classes. I love my professors. I love my friends. Thanks to Him.

Moral of the story: Always look on the brighter side. =]