Much like the word "Marchuary" this post is about the beginning of March and the end of February.
February was fast. Per usual. It only has like 11 days in it. Okay, a little more, but you catch my drift.
Anyways: not much happened. I liked a boy. I liked another boy. I liked liking the boys. I decided I didn't want to like the boys. I jumped into a freezing cold American Lake. I slept a lot. I didn't sleep enough. I woke up early at least 4 times for 5 AM rowing on the lake and didn't end up being able to row until this morning (the 5th time). I worked a shit ton. A SHIT TON. I missed my friends from Los Angeles.
Now it's March, which means Spring Break.
And 2-a-days for crew.
And Portlandia for the tail end of break.
And midterms before that.
And a paper due after that.
And possibly Leah visiting?
I bought insulated overalls. I'm stoked. They're amazing. And I look like a man in them. Which is cool, since I swore off boys for the time being. =]
