Fuck you...

Alright. So I have no right to be angry. Jealous and angry. Horrible combination.

I really hope this is a result of hormones and not me freaking out. Freak out!

843. Traveling alone. Palm trees. Sunshine. Snuggle-sesh and dinners. I'm ready. BRING IT ON.

Today we did a 4K in crew and surprisingly enough I didn't die. Felt like I was going to at some points but I survived. Still amazes me what my body can do even though I treat it horribly (booze and bogies). Bogies. Oh Jesus. Shoot me now.

Even though I am going away next weekend and I know the trip will be mostly amazing (except for when I leave) a part me wishes I could go to the race in Syracuse. I wanna kick ass and take names and row my little heart out. Literally. I have faith in my girls though and I know they will be awesome. I wish I could watch them on T.V.

I'm out of words and interesting facts about my life.

(Be a doll and tell me I'm only freaking out.)