HERE'S THE 411 SINCE MY LAST ENTRY:

Tuesday: All work and no play--and no sleep, either. Helped Michael clean out his car, which got broken into the night before. Glass everywhere. Satelite radio--gone. Phone charger--gone. iPod charger--gone. Even his fuckin' eye-glasses--gone.

It pisses me the fuck off to know that that's how certain people get through life. That's how certain people make their living--by stealing. Those certain people don't give a damn how other people bust their shit off to get what they want. How cold-hearted...how absurd...how ignorant. So I just hope karma bites them in the ass and they get what they deserve.

Wednesday: Went to work. Went home. Went to sleep.

Thursday: Went to work, of course. Then got a call from Salvador. Some crap happened to him, as well. Decided to visit him and comfort him. Talked over dinner. Then made my way home. Talked to my mom about school. Ended up aruging with my mom about school. Took a shower. Made myself some hot cocoa. Snuggled into my bedsheets. Cracked open a book. Clock struck midnight. Heard my mom get up to use the washroom. Then I heard her call my name. Came out from my room. Found my mom in her room sitting up...telling me she wasn't feeling well. Reached for her hand. Felt her forehead. She was sweating like crazy. Then I called Michael to come upstairs. Then she started shaking. Then she told us she was having chest pains. Decided to call her doctor. Her doctor told us to take her to the Emergency Room. Helped my mom get into her jacket...helped her put on some shoes...helped her into the car. Made some phone calls while Michael drove. Finally got to the ER. Answered some questions. Placed my mom into a room. Hooked her up to some machines. Drew what seemed like a gallon of blood from her so they could run some test. Covered her in like, five blankets because she kept shaking and telling us how cold she was. Kept wiping her tears every other minute and tried so hard to hold back mine. So much was racing through my head. So much hate towards myself and a little voice inside saying, "she's in here because of you." My dad walked in. Michael and I left them alone for a little while. I went outside...didn't wanna breathe the hospital air...but somehow, it still felt like I was. It made my stomach turn. Sat down on the curb and cried by myself. Only gave myself two minutes. Then I wiped my eyes and went back to my mom's room. We were there for hours...then my dad told me and Michael to go home and get some sleep. I went home but I hardly slept. I just laid in bed...thought about my mom and my family. Marian came over. We talked. Kept each other in good spirits. Then went to go see mom. She was sleeping when we got there. We woke her up by talking... but she seemed happy to see us. It turns out my mom had a pretty bad panic attack the other night due to stress build-up. And when the nurse told us this, I looked like this . I was waiting for my sister or my dad--or even my mom to say, "see, look what you did." And I was hoping none of them would do it (because I know I've stressed out a lot of people with the shit that I've done and I couldn't bear to hear that right then and there)...and they didn't. For the rest of the night, I just held my mom's hand and felt her warmth...and just appreciated her.

She was finally discharged from the hospital at around midnight.  *woohoo!!*

Saturday: Hung out at home. My dad took my mom to the doctor's in the afternoon for another thorough check-up. She also got some of her test results back--and let's just say I'm gonna really, really, really try my best and hardest to stay out of trouble and not give my parents such a hard time! My mom's doing alright and I'm just happy that she's back home. For the rest of the day, Marian and I rented movies and vegged out in front of the tv!  I'm sure mom was happy to see her two daughters home...being lazy asses! -hehe...

Today: I woke up at around one in the afternoon! Marian came by and she and I went to Borders at around three. She did some paperwork while I explored and bought some books. *I love books!* Then we skimmed through a bunch of magazines while sippin' our coffee, then we headed home to eat daddy's yummy cookin'!!

So yeah...it looks like I had a hell of a week! I wonder what's in store for me this week... 

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