Anyways. I turn 22 weeks tomorrow. And my doctor's appointment is on Wednesday. I'll get to see my little Boo again. This time, with J and his parents. Tonight, I have to drive up to the Biscayne Bay FIU campus to see Tavis Smiley for my 20th Century African American Lit class. I like him, I just have a problem with it being so far away. Thankfully, my dad is going with me. He doesn't care about the College Championships the way J does.
I had a good weekend, pretty much. Friday wasn't the best of days. Saturday and Sunday were nice though. Especially Sunday.
My above words were mean. I know they are. I know I risk something writing words like that here, because someone may read it. Not that they do. I don't think anyone reads this diary anymore, and that's ok. I'm just hurt. And people say mean things they don't really mean when they're hurt. That's what I'm doing, venting. Because if not, I'll just end up in my room later tonight crying by myself or something. And that's about as fun as all your girlfriends acting strange.