Today seemed a particularly sad day. I went to pick up my dog from the doctor, they said she has a problem in her back and that's why she was in pain, what really makes me angry is that I do not know for how long she's been feeling like this. I mean, she's cool now, she's back home and has to take about 5 different types of pills which all look the same to me if you don't take in acount the amount I have to give to her which is: 1 3/4 of pill A every 8 hours, 5/6 of pill B every night, 2 C pills every 12 hours, so it goes. The thing is, she's a little old, 12 years, she was a present my parents gave me so as to not feel so lonely when they got divorced, they thought it would be nice if I had a four legged friend, and it was. Salsa, that's the name of the patient, is a labrador (I don't know how to write that in English, please forgive the grammar and spelling mistakes, I don't want to sound artistic just to be understand is quite enough for me).

Anyway, she probably is my best friend, cause most of the frienships I've may have lasted long but at some point ended or simply became less important, I say that now because since I changed schools this year I realized how those friends in the other school really aren't as nice as I had thought they were. Now I find myself in a new land of strangers (well that was at the beggining of school year)and in short time sorrounded by people who I think I love more thant the ones I've known all my life. Seriously, staring at the bright face of the cube for too long is foolish, because when you look at things from a different point of view you realize a cube has more than one face and that most of them are shaded.

Yesterday I cried too much about my dog, I mean... seriously I don't think I've ever cried as much. One thing you gotta know about me is that I have this two weird ways of being, firstly I one of those people who gets really close to people... well no close I mean I love to much, that's the best and most ridiculous way of putting it, and when something I love or care about seems at risk or is lost I really get down. The second thing is that I can't be positive... about anything, I'm serious, most guys would see a girl and hope and pray and keep their joy up just to have a chance to be liked by that girl, in my case I would probably get depressed before even talking to the girl. Oh yeah, one other thing I'm a shy guy, and a... I don't know how to translate it (antisocial) those guys who really don't talk or socialize with anyone. That's me, I mean I can be a blast when you get to know me but really If it's the first time you see me I'll probably real quiet and really... like... aaah crap I hate English, like those people who you say stuff to but they keep killing the conversation, let's just call them talk murderers.

Well, I guess I didn't said too much about my day, I guess more than a diary, from now on I will kinda... say something about my life everytime I write here.