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Ok, so these past nine days have been great, to say the most. They kind of sucked because of the whole tonsil thing, but whatever.
Anyway, I don't even know. I hate when I get let down, in a way.. it makes me sad to get my hopes up, then they get crushed.. but it also makes me mad, because I was counting on you, and you let me down again.
Wow.. I kind of just sounded like my mom. That's not cool.
So yeah, I guess I'll be home on the 5th.. then again on the 10th. Word.
Peace out and happy times.
*Jon, there's something at my house for you.. if you ever get around to it, just go there when someone's home and get it. Love you...