Okay straight slicka, lemme throw dis at cha:


First of all, I've been sick for the past week.
Grossly sick as in 'I've never been that sick
before sick.' It sucked bigtime. I feel like I've
been passed out wasted for 5 days, all I can
remember is coughing my lungs up, drool,
migraines, snuffy noses, more drool and lots
of medicine. Oh and then x-rays telling me that
my scoliosis has gotten a lot worse so Monday 
afternoon I will be sitting in a neurosurgeons
office & he will probably say the following, 

"Okay...first off, you need to quit cheering. 

Second, the only way we can truly stop 

all this pain you're in is for you to have a very

unpleasant back surgery." 

CYA.

Okay I won't say 'cya' but I'll more than likely be thinking it. On a serious note, I don't want to have the surgery but I have to consider the fact that I'm a 17 year old, active teenage girl and my back is already as bad/worse than my father's. That's not looking good for me down the road. I really don't want to be a hunchback bride. Eeek. No thank you. But I don't know I guess we'll see after Monday.

God is still good.

I am still single. 

Africa is closer.

I am happy. 

I get to see Kari Jobe.

I might not go to prom

just so I can see Kari Jobe.

And yeah, that's about it.