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Is gross. Monday and today were math. Tomorrow is science. Thursday is social studies. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are All-District Percussion Ensemble. I'm a busy bee.

Abby's in the hospital. She's got an ovarian cyst. She's okay, she just has to go on birth control pills to get rid of the cyst. It's causing her stomach pain. We're all just glad it wasn't anything with her appendix. She went in around 4 or 5, and she gets to leave in the morning. They're giving her medicine for pain, plus the birth control pills. The pills will also prevent the cysts from forming. It's good news.

Mom's staying with Abby tonight, so I've got the house to myself. And what have I done differently? Absolutely nothing, really. It's just really quiet here. I'm getting ready to go play my guitar. I guess I'm kind of a boring person to have home alone. Really, what is there to do here? Nothin. So what's the point in being all WOO HOO HOME ALONE? Not trying to be a party pooper. Don't get me wrong; it's nice for it to be just me.

Yeah, there's not much to say lately. Will is going to Pikeville College for sure now, he thinks. Notice how the statement went from definite to not so definite. That's how he's acting, too. Sdkfjafijawocdc,fafdhiaofhaw. It'll all be over soon. The worrying about college, not our relationship. That came out wrong. BLAH.

Will just sent me really random, really bad rap lyrics. Oooookay. Time to go.

Arreviderci!