while M. and I were in the photo lab this morning before class he was sitting reading a photo book and eating his ECB (egg cheese and bacon) on a bagel with a lot of ketchup. We were talking and then he turns to a page with a picture of runners before a race and all you can see is here arms in the ready position. He pointed at their arms, looked at me and said "nice arms huh?" in my head i was like ... oooh shit.... i better just get this over with. "yeah, they are, i have a thing with forearms."..."yeah...amelia told me someone told her that I had really nice forearms. I had a feeling it might be you."

After telling him how embarassed I was he got super cute and said "well don't worry - i take it as a compliment... i work really hard on my forearms." which was funny and made me feel better. AHHHHH. i loooooooooooove him and i haaaaaaaaaaaate being such a girl.