Usually I just put my mood as an a word cause i'm too lazy to scroll down and I pick whatever feels right anyway. My hair is rebelling. Kind of funny. It was stick straight for three days and i washed it the fourth time since i got it cut and now it's curly like...i dunno, like a little girl's. Did I mention it poofs out again? I did not go to school today. Mommy and I drove Matthew to Dr. Harrington in Alabama. Three hours. Hell in a nutshell. I hate trailering Matt. He gives me a heart attack with those wild eyes of his. Before we left, Riley kept neighing loudly at me so i would take him out of his stall. So i did, and the next thing I know he's planted his feet in front of the table i always mount off of when i ride him bareback, and so i get on (No helmet...no chaps...no bridle...no halter...jason would have killed me, and then kristen wouldve hung my head on the wall, and diane wouldve thrown darts at it) and he just takes off. He always knows how to make me smile. But yes. So we galloped for a while, then Mum called us back and we came and I was laughing the whole three hours to the clinic. Well. I wasn't laughing anymore after we got there. They don't know what's wrong with Matthew. They think it's a soft tissue problem, or interference with the meniscus of his knee in the left hind stifle... I was upset. But you know what? It doesnt matter if Matthew will one day be useless, because he's mine and I'll take care of him and walk him by hand every day if I have to. Sometimes dreams can be compromised, and even though it'll hurt, I'll pull through. I said a prayer to God, though, before I went to see the X-rays, and for once I felt like it wasnt formal and stiff like I usually do them, but from the bottom of my heart. The X-rays were clean. Then I walked through the sick barn and cried a little, talking to all the horses, one in particular named Chuck (or was it Achy?) who listened to me very attentively. One there had a halter engraved that said "All Around Champion: "Doc"" I looked in the stall. Wrapped up hock, matted coat, swayback. He was someone's dream once too. But it's okay. I'm okay. Pray about it, please. *Thank you Lord, for saving a special place in your heart for girls and their horses.