My cat died today. Her name was Neu. Snow in Catalant. She wasn't white, but her name meant snow. She was 12 years old, a very cute Siamese. These last few days she was sort of sick, but never in pain. The veterinarian thinks it was cancer, or a cardiac arrest, but I don't really care. I'm going to miss my cat a lot. I had to wake up early this morning to go to do something, but my father woke me up earlier to tell me she was dead.

It's been a very strange week. It's a strange week. Strange, strange, strange. There is something out of place, something like a stone someone needs to turn. Murakami know that it all comes down to the side the stone lies on.

It's a strange, strange, strange week. You better be ready for anything. Strange, strange, strange.

Strange, strange, strange.
Strange, strange, strange.
Strange, strange, strange.
Strange, strange.
Strange, strange.
Strange.

I just spent around three hours battling with my Tumblr theme to discover that I have absolutely no coding skills. I could change the background colour to a deep shade of red- it's really easy to do but finding the right shade of red took forever. Power to me.

I'm satelliteyellow in Tumblr, if anyone Tumbles here.

I also got mugged today. In this city there's a quirky custom: once every year, a sunny day in February, nobody can use private cars. Only taxis and buses are allowed in the streets.

There are, though, two big exceptions and two downsides:

Guys, I need your help. I realise I am not the best community member ever and I realise I'm sort of old and a definite pain in the ass but this one time I need help. I don't know who else to turn to.

I kissed a very dear (girl) friend's boyfriend.

I like him.

He likes me.

I don't know that to do.

I mean, it's a problem for both him and I- we could just go back to before tonight and just ignore each other in the university, but I don't want that to happen. I like him.

Yes:
-A week's worth of pent-up party energy
-Friends
-Dancing
-Pent-up energy, again.
-The Night.

No:
-(girl) friend's boyfriend who likes me in the party
-pent-up energy (it makes me a little irrational)
-Drama

I really shouldn't go to that party... but I so will.

My winter holidays are finally over. They were interesting. I got to meet someone who might turn out to be a friend or something else, but I don't quite feel like writing about him right now.

What I wanna talk about is how old I feel now that the holidays are almost over. I'm going into the end of my second year in law school, I'm turning twenty in September and I noticed I am somewhat older now.

Friday was soap-opera worthy for me.

Guys, I just had one of the best days ever.

First, a cop caught me speeding and she let me go without a ticket. I have a special place for her in my heart. Seriously, the ticket's here like $200 and the place where you have to pay it is like faaaaaaaaar away.

A small, anonymous, piece of writing I did was published in my university. I would die if anyone finds out it is my writing. I'm happy- and sad. It doesn't feel like my own writing any more. Not when other people is reading it.

A, a best friend, got tired of me being single all the time- so she's dragging me to a gay club tomorrow.

Gay men are boring in clubs. They can't dance anything *interesting* to save their lives. I mean, I know I'm a guy, a gay guy, but, sincerely, I like Salsa/Son Cubano/Mambo/Boogaloo dancing much better. Gay clubs here just have a lot of crappy techno and a lot of horny guys whoring themselves with boring moves.

I love my friends. I can't go out tonight (medical tests tomorrow morning), so they brought over virgin cocktails, music and Tylenol. I love them.\

I have a new guy on my future. He's hot, he might not be gay, but he's at the very least interesting... and he doesn't look half as strange as the ex.

Did I tell you about the ex? Well, he slept with a guy who looks like a girl (just like The Killers' song) to make me jealous. He failed. He's still talking to me and trying to seduce me, but it won't work.

So, friend A just gave friend B and me a Barneys tie box and a big brown bag from Bloomingdales, respectively, as gifts. The catch? Both the box and the bag are absolutely empty besides for the white wrapping paper in the Barneys box. We know the Barneys box is legit. We're very puzzled, who gives people empty boxes or bags as gifts?

Guys, I'm having a serious and stupid jealousy attack. Like Rachel when Ross dates Bonnie (the bald girl).

My ex's dating a hot guy that's in a very important ad in here. In a huge ad. We broke up like a week ago. I'm both happy for him, scared I gave up too soon on something that could've been great, and jealous.

--------Update------

The guy's really not hot. I'm so not jealous anymore. It's like Rachel when Bonnie shaved her head in the beach house.

So, I woke up early in the morning- that means 9AM- and took a long shower. It was great. Then I had brunch with Mother Dear, which is the nickname for my mum, by the way. Then Mother Dear and I went shopping for groceries at a large store in a mall. Our relationship is great today, but then, it's always all over the place. We just love each other too much. Back to track, anyway- we were walking to the grocery store when a modern cover of an old cha-cha-cha like ballad (I know, strange) played- Piel Canela-. She and I just danced... some people even applauded at the end.

So, I just broke up with C, my boyfriend. I had my reasons- specially about me, I was the problem and all what was wrong- and I don't regret my decision... but it just hurts so much. I'm crying like a baby, I feel like shit, I'm stupid, and it really really really really really hurts way too much.

I need a hug. Please?