this dog/

is pissing me off like crazy.

it's biting everything and im just like, ASDFG =____=





I WANT TO KICK THIS DOG SO BADLY, BUT ITS A BABY AND ITS A GIRL
ASDF

punkassbitch. =.=

somedays

i wish i were the one who was hit by the car.
i'd very much like it if it were me, than blackie.




i hate my life. i hate everything.
and if i had enough bravery and courage, i would plunge a knife into me.



i want to leave and never come back.

i don't like my life.


not one bit at all.


scores on finals that i know of so far:
spanish: 57% -- yeah, fuck that. possible final grade: C, I REALLY, REALLLY. wanted a B-.
apush: 77% -- eh, whatever. final grade: B
drawing: 100% -- easy. final grade: A+
honors english: 87% -- eh. final grade: C
anatomy: 83% -- HOLY SHIT, YES. -- final grade: B-
precal: 62% -- ah, whatever.. final grade: C


sigh.. ending junior year with 3 Cs.
well,.. technically 2, since honors.. is a bitch.



hello to mom kicking my ass.

tomorrow.

i am going to die. die. die. die. die.dieee.diee.diedie.

anatomy - mooching off racoon/ hentshckies class.


precal - eff it all. =.=










I HATE LIFE. VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH.

We went and picked up his body today.

I was sitting at a table with my dad.. and then they brought a white carry box out. it was a cardboard carry box. .. when i saw that box.. my heart shattered.

just to know, the body of someone i love is in there. wilson told them if i can get the collar.. so the lady took him into the back room and brought the collar back to me.



i started to break down so bad.. i really.. had a hard time reaching for the collar. but when i did get it, i just held it against my heart, crying.

when we decided we'd cremate him, we went back to the humane society in milpitas.

while in the parking lot.. wils said, "DAD! look at the body i want to know if he's still.. intact."

so, my dad did. my mom told me to stay away. wils held me while they looked.. then wils went to look. he said, "Oh! he's intact! he looks like he's sleeping!"

so.. i walked over.. and i looked in. .. my heart shattered into even more little pieces.

what i saw: Blackie curled into a small ball.. he was intact and everything.. he looked.. normal..as if he were sleeping. and when i looked at his face.. omg..
i really. just.. broke down. hysterically. no joke. i cried harder than i did yesterday.

it was really too much for me to bear.



and his i.d tag; because i made him a new one yesterday, i will keep it on my phone chain.. until i can finally accept that he is gone.

August 2004- June 4, 2010

Rest in Peace, Blackie
I will always love you dearly.


Love,
Kristine Vu






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My baby is lost.

And I am determined to find him.
If I cannot find him.. I'd just.. die.