Edit:Forgot to add that I added my Twitter to my profile page. It's updated a lot cause I can update from ANYWHERE 8D And when I go away from the computer to concentrate, that doesn't mean I don't use my phone to reach out to the online world~ 8DDDD
Got my filling today! Took a test! Two more tomorrow!
And I found out from my dentist that I grind my teeth subconsciously while under stress! Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
WHY ARE THERE SO MANY NAMES TO SO MANY THINGS THAT I HAVE TO LEARN IN ONE NIGHT BECAUSE I REFUSE TO FUCKING STUDY ON HALLOWEEN AND THEN USED SUNDAY TO STUDY FOR ART HISTORY WHICH WASN'T SO BAD AT ALL BUT I THINK THIS'LL BE BAD BECAUSE IT'S NOT MY STRONGEST POINT.
;A; Bogey kept trying to eat my candy, so then he tried to eat the bird and now Beau's in a cast and Bogey was scolded and I can't be there to comfort EITHER of them.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW.
(No seriously, I hope Beau's going to heal alright. That's not cool at all;; )
OK, OFF TO TWEET ABOUT HOW MUCH I'M PISSY. BY GAIS!
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Uh;;
My tooth chipped. I've texted, tweeted, facebook'd, called and just about done everything to tell people because I still can't fathom it. I'm worried, but I'm going to the doctor's tomorrow for a flu shot so I'll ask about my coverage on the dental care here.
<3 and I love you guys but I don't need any advice about it. I'm just passing the extremely disturbing news.
I'm not biting my nails anymore--seriously, I thought, "Oh ew, is a piece of my nail stuck in between my teeth?"
Nope. It was tooth piece. And now it's in a cup on the counter because I've freaked myself out, even if it was a little piece.
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Took a test today. Taking another on Friday and another on Monday. And then more depending on the dates of the others. Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.
Every time I try to draw, I look at the documents waiting to be finished in Word, or the piles of books need to be read, or the fact that THERE IS SO MUCH STUDYING AND IT BITES.
Also, something else that bites:
That's Beau, our Indian Ringneck Parakeet. She's very mean and very yellow. We've had her for 9 years and she still hates me but I'd learned to dominate her so I can touch her neck now if I'm careful.
This here...
...is Yankee and my beautiful, lovely sister. He's 4 year old teacup Pomeranian and my sister loves him more than cupcakes and Kathy Griffin. Her fiance calls the pup Ratboy when he gets a bath, but he loves Yankee just as much.
Moving on, last Saturday was the weekend to celebrate my Dad's bday and my parent's anniversary. My aunt and uncle were there and, while drinking coffee, the doorbell rang.
And then I was introduced to the fact that, behind my back, my parents had adopted a 2 year old, white boxer boy.
Needless to say, I fell in love.
(that's his Care lady, who was demonstrating to us how he climbs on people)
I was told we were going to wait until Christmas because of financial worry and that it felt too soon. However, about two weeks ago (and this is embarrassing to post on the internet), I broke down at home and cried for a very long time over a great number of things. It's been very tough lately, but it's been tolerable until Bella died unexpectedly. Our family was crushed and my father, who I respect and look up to with all my heart, said that the day Bella died was easily one of the worst days of his life. Our previous boxers and our one adopted bloodhound all died old and with planning (when they were at a point that my parents had to decide when they were suffering rather than living). Bella died in pain, confused, young, and within 7 hours of being assured she would be okay. Even the "putting to sleep" was rushed because her heart couldn't take it, so it was basically an insanely sickening time for all of us.
And my parents made the choice to give Bella the little brother we always owed her.
Bogart "Bogey" Bonell, named after heart-throb Humphrey Bogart, was originally named Doobie and was rescued after his owner abandoned him. The owner had gone to jail and Bogart was put into a shelter to await the owner's return. He was incredibly malnourished, reeked of pot, and owner-less in a cage for 2 months before Florida Boxer Rescue stepped in to take ownership of the puppy. While in the shelter, he got mange and ear mites, and has been taking medication to get him healthy again.
He went to one wonderful foster family and, after my mother and father signed up, were interviewed and checked out, walked into our home on Oct. 24. My dad beforehand talked about getting a new dog, to ease the pain, but constantly fretted over it seeming like we were forgetting Bella or replacing her.
I swear that I can say now that seeing Bella's toys, bed, dishes, and treats be used is much better than just staring at them all day, thinking about what we lost.
If anything, I think that having her scent everywhere has put Bogart at immediate ease. Oh, and so this doesn't seem like a sap fest, I'll throw in that Boge's already sucker-punched me and scratched my laptop, back, neck, and shirt up.
And I never noticed because he's so wonderfully lovable and adoring that all you want to do is take that face and mush mush mush it and recite 'Casablanca' lines to him.
Ah, this is getting long! I have class in 5 1/2 hours so I'm going to go to bed. I'm licking my tooth constantly and thinking about going home on Friday to see that baby boy again.
I know I'm going to have a very good Halloween and I dearly hope the same for all of you
Just remember to be safe and know you have about 2 weeks before I'll remind you of HOW MUCH HALLOWEEN CANDY IS LEFT-- OH GOD.
God natt!!
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Requests: Maybe...Not really. No. x)
Art Trades/Collabs: Close friends only now.
Love: HELLYEAH.
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Happy Tears
Angsty
I wish we had a fountain or a water filter in my dorm. 
Cheerful
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