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So, Elijah should be fine now. On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being absolutely no need for surgery, and 10 being OMG, he needs medical attention NOW, Baby Eli is only a 3. His sister, Kaitlin, who was having irregular heartbeats + chest pain, is going to be fine. So, thank you so much for your prayers and kind words.

In other news...

So, snow eh? Thats an oddity here in November. Even a short flurry like the one I saw at school. But, anywho...

School. What a place to socialize, crack corny jokes, and hang out with friends. Especially my gigantor(Ji-GAN-tore) school. But, there are those select few who come to go so far as to call in bomb threats for tests they didn't want to take. What a bunch of idiots. I heard a story today that totally changes my perspective on some students. One of my friends told me that his brother was expelled from school for pouring gasoline all over the schools halls. I feel bad for those sorts of people, because those are the kind of people who don't succeed to become mature grown-ups.

I think that being a grown-up will be a lot harder than I anticipated. I expected high school to take up most of my life(or so it seems), and then graduate, go to college, become a mechanical engineer, and then retire at an older age to a serene home in the appalachians with my wife(whoever the heck that would be. ;p). I saw a commercial the other day that changed my perspective on some grown ups. So, it shows a husband standing outside of his home, his shoulders drooped, his head looking up slightly, and a look of sheer misery on his face. His wife is throwing his belongings out of the window while hurling insults at him. Some dancers appear, and sing a song about why she is upset with him. He apparently bought football tickets for their anniversary, and she wanted to do something different, more romantic.

Now, I saw the man in work-clothes: a suit, a tie, and regular shoes. I don't want to be that man. I don't want to make mistakes like that. I don't want that to happen to me. I want a happy life. I don't want to have an angry wife. I only want to make her happy. So many things to remember... Ugh, my head hurts thinking about it.

I'm just depressed, I guess. I'm thinking about things that 9th graders don't usually worry about. Usually, kids of my age think about girls, school, and things to do with friends. No, I worry about more than that. Family troubles, parents financial problems, relatives dying, pets needing to be put-down, and things of those natures.

Thanks for taking the time to read my post. I hope you enjoyed it.
Have a great week!
~Timmeh