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I feel like the world's worst daughter and sister. I haven't spent nearly enough time with my parents or my sister, especially my parents. I'm sure they're really mad at me, and probably miss Gabby like crazy. It's really hard to keep up with all the roles we take on in life: mother, sister, daughter, girlfriend, friend, student...

I'm soon going to introduce JC to my parents. I talked to my mom yesterday, and we're going to go have dinner at her house some Sunday soon. I'm a little nervous on both ends. I want JC to like my parents and vice versa.

That's pretty much it for me. Gabby and I stayed home all weekend. JC hung our for a little while yesterday and he's coming over to hang out again today. Yesterday my friend Brian from school, who I dated/but didn't date (it was weird) for a little while just showed up at my door. He graduated from the Air Force on Friday, so he showed up in his uniform and everything. It was really good to see him, and he made me feel really good. He gave me a whole speech, that made me a little uncomfortable, about me being part of the reason he was finally able to accomplish something in his life. I was a little embarrassed to see him because I've gained so much weight back, and he was always such a big supporter of my whole gym thing. But, he made my day by telling me that I still look good, etc. It's always nice to run into people from your past (well, sometimes), and know that there's someone out there that you're not that close to anymore, but they still car a hell of a lot about you.

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