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Not so much. Just two days ago(that's Wednesday for all you math whizzes), we had to put down our eldest dog. He was 13 years old, and just in a lot of pain all the time. He couldn't even get up on his own anymore, so we thought it would be best for him.

My brother and I dug his grave out back, next to another grave, which holds a horse that we lost to a serious infection some months ago.

It's pretty rough, though. I remember riding on his back when I was like 3-4 years old…

13 years… damn…

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A few months back, I got an infection in my gums that cause the right side of my mouth to swell up, which was of course loads of fun. Well, it came back earlier this week, and like last time, I'm on antibiotics. This time however, I'm going to get the blasted tooth pulled and put an end to my suffering once and for all.

It's amazing how one little tooth can cause so much pain.

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School starts in less than a month from now, and I'm kinda pumped. I'm gonna be a freakin' senior, and I can't believe it. Which reminds me, I need to think of a witty senior quote for the yearbook. I was thinking:

<b><[blk]/highschool></b>

or something.

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I'm going to a friend's house tomorrow. You know what that means? It means I eat all his food and drink 3 gallons of chocolate milk. That's what.

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I recently and finally made a decision concerning myself and the thing we call "love."

Basically, whatever happens, happens. I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy the rest of youth instead of wasting time pouting.

But you don't really care, do you?

That's it.