25 Lighters On My Dressuhhh, Yessuhhh

Sometimes I am really proud of my body. Not necessarily the way it looks, but just what it can handle. I feel like it's strong, like it can take a lot. Sometimes I don't push it enough. My stomach is strong; I haven't thrown up in a decade. I can run, I think I have built up some endurance. I think I have good senses. My uterus is good at being regular (TMIzzz). Any meds I've been prescribed have been handled well. I haven't been to the hospital since I was born (maybe that's a bad thing). Etc etc. But obviously, I have no reason not to be proud of how my body does look. Here's a shot--


That's me last summer. You see, I am naturally hairless below the neck.

Of course, I am choosing to only look at what my body is good at. I can still have bad allergies, I catch plenty of colds, and I have absolutely no strength in my arms. And there have been several occasions where I just felt like my body was self-destructing on me. Even so, I'm a fan. Maybe I have good genes or something.

In other news, there's less than two weeks of classes left and that makes this the shortest-feeling semester ever. Seriously. And somehow I am not so eager to sell back my psychology book. That's been my most interesting class this semester, and I'm not ready to let go. Despite being in disbelief over the semester's end, it brings with it some great perks - mostly hot weather. Not just warm, but hot. And I've been able to hang out with new friends recently. I am looking forward to Maymester, and going to the pool and hiking and beaching and wearing my new tube top. Ryan doesn't think I'll ever wear it but I got to. Maybe I'll get a new 'do? I've been to a hair salon once in my life. I can't imagine paying for a haircut.

This lengthy post is brought to you by paper procrastination in Carrier Library. Now, some real writing.