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Before I forget, Brian went out of his way to tell me how impressed him and Steve were with my progress and effort I've been putting into rowing. Huge ego boost. Made the begining of my evening last night! It was wonderful. Thats all.

So I totally made

Some bomb-ass tuna salad. No joke. On my lunch break from painting and cleaning house I decided to make my hummus with the rosemary I bought the other day. (Carla made basil hummus... and I like rosemary- I figured it come out as well. It didn't.) While the hummus is still chunky with too much salt, the tuna is amazingly fantastic. I mixed everything together, deciding to add the mayo and mustard last(I've been told to replace my mayo with mustard, but I'm not entirly sure I'll like that. Since all I have is chipotle mustard to boot. SO I was going to go with a hybrid mixture) But after I dumped most of the jar of relish I had, I relized that although it wasn't as moist as I usually make it(which happens to be too moist... so I was avoiding that problem) it had no need for mayo or mustard to make it spreadable! SO excited! Managed to kick out what always makes my tuna unhealthy, and it tastes amazing wiht the rosemary by the way. Best tuna ever! SO Excited! I think when I'm done eating it I'm gonna call my mom and tell her. She'll appriciate that.

Emo-freakin-tastic

Even though I've been wearing them for over 10 months, and I made them last winter, I am still getting compliments on my blue wave shoes when I wear them out. From people I see all the time. And it's not like I save them for special occasions either, if its tennis shoes I wear it's those. I never wear my chucks anymore, and I absolutly detest wearing my running shoes anywhere but Crew. (I also think those are screwing my feet up..... need some actual running shoes.) But this has nothing to do with my emotastic mood. But it is funny, because I thought I'd be coming back with all kinds of good feelings with all the thoughts that were going through my head.

I went to a BBQ at the Boathouse tonight for members of the club and the college teams. Not to many showed except for a ahndful of the faithful boys, the coaches, Elena and I, 2 novices that left early, and Alyssa showed up eventually. It was smal, but we had fun. Good group talking, good fun. I went by myself, and I was way proud that I managed to walk in there all on my own when I expected to be the only one to have shown up yet. I was also proud that I managed to have a decent conversation with Elena and Alyssa. Or anyone there for that matter.

But when I got in my car and drove away I couldn't help but feel a little bad. I'm not sure why, at all. It may have something to do wiht me being tired, but that is rarly the case. Maybe it's a combination of hermit-esque behavior, paired with missing John, and the haning out that used to go on back home, and a fmaily to be hermit-like with and a dog to chill with. Slightly homesick I suppoose, but I don't ever get the traditional homesick feeling. But then I don't generally have the correct reactions to things right off the bat. I have to give it a few days, or weeks, to sink in. :
I'm a litte nervous with Novice Fest tomorrow, I don't want to be the same ol' wall flower I generally am at parties. I don't want to ride the coat tails of any of the others gals. Hopefully my picture taking strategy wiht prevail once again. Guess we'll see. At least I don't feel so emo any more.

Oh my.

So, I pretty much have the best boyfriend in the world. Ever. John asked me on Tuesday what time I thought I'd be home on Wednesday, and made me promise to be there at 4 for something to be delivered, hinting at some flowers. So I get home around 3:45, put my things down,s et up my lappy, get myself a glass of juice and a granola bar because I was starving. So I look down at my clock adn see that it's four and I think to myself that whatever it is he was sending would probably be showing up soon when I hear a knock at my door. I peak out the window, and what do I see? John himself. Oh my god, I was so surprized! I didn't know what to say, and he brought me a bear to keep my company. :) And so my entire rest of my day was spent wiht him in my living room being the dorky, 9 year olds we really are.

Then today was fun. Crew was decent. Carla gave me a ride to school because we have the same class and I was going to walk because I am to lazy to fix my bike. Wandered around with her all morning, went to class with her, met her after our other separate classes, went to Westminster to her bank, wandered the mall (I got 3 DVD's and a CD rom at Best Buy, she is a terirble influence on me! BUt I"m sure John would contest that.) I managed to maek it away from the mall without anything however, but on my way out whilst putting my sunglasssed on, the side broke and shanked me in the eye. Apparently, since I have not rode my broken bike in 2 days, something had to make up for it. Go me. My eye hurt for a really long time because it hit really hard, but I laughed because of the irony I found in it. Then we went grocery shopping, and I obviously came away with some food I really did not need, but I am over it. Off I go to make dinner!

Oh geez.....

guess what I did today? i wiped out on my bike. Hardcore. Have the abraised knee and all. Best part? A 5th/6th grader was there and came back to make sure I was alright. I ended up helping him with his own bike chain, which broke on him again. :/ He was cute though, if I was in elementry school he'd totally be my boyfriend.

Worked the crap outta my legs today... 2.5 miles and then an erg relay. I know none of you know what that is, but it's hell. And then I biked up the hill of death. And then I trudged up and down campus and stairs. Then busted the left one falling off the bike. Needless to say, my knees are going to hate me. :(

On a good note, I got a 9 out of 10 on my critical thinking paper, that's a A-! :D Way excited about that one.