I can't believe I freaking broke out in hives this morning. It was right after I finished doing stuff for a final and looking at a student loan bill. Maybe it was an instant reaction to to stress or something.

My fingers are also swollen and hurty. What the fuck is wrong with me? I had a respiratory infection, strep throat, a cold (I'm guessing), and fucking hives. This is my body telling me it's getting ready to die. Otherwise I have no idea what's going on.

I'd really like a fucking job so I could pay off these student loans and rent. I will do anything. I'm going to work out super hard, get sexy, and become a fancy escort. Bye bye loans. I swear to God this year I am sending myself on a nice vacation. I SWEAR IT! I want to go some place tropical and delightful.

I'm not weighing myself until Saturday. I'm going to kick my fat's ass this week and hopefully be pleasantly surprised by the weekend. I plan to work out everyday until Sunday. Saturday night I am going home for a drinking extravaganza and Sunday I am going to collect sea shells then come back to urban-ness to start another crappy work week. At least I get all paid and ish HOPEFULLY on Friday or else I am going to be mad broke for the weekend because the gym/credit card is going to steal all of ma' moneys.

I have been cracking everything like crazy. Apparently, I am human bubble wrap. I had an epic neck crack on the train this morning that scared the person next to me.

I just want to be outside! A couple more weeks of hecticness and then SUMMERNESS. I'm so FREAKIN' excited. I like being able to drink iced lattes and coffee again. Iced lattes from Starbucks win, iced coffee does not. Dunkin' Donuts kicks Starbucks ASS in the iced coffee department.