Welp...

I'm in a muuuushy mood tonight.

Mushy wushy woo!

I figured out what part of my "funny feeling" was that I had been experiencing this past week.

People, I'm starting to get nervous!

Ry dawg comes home in 8 months and some odd days...which is still a long ways away.

But it's kinda not.

Honestly, I've adjusted to being independent. I'm used to being by myself.
I don't think about it enough to be obsessive [at least I hope not]

but this is my blog, and I'm going to be honest.

Ry could tell something was up this past week and asked me what was up with my

"funny feeling."

W: " I'm a liiiiiiiiiiitle nervous that you're going to come home and realize what a big dork I am."

R: "Why do you think I fell in love with you? You weren't normal to begin with"

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I have to admit, a lot of times I'll get bored with studying

and flip through old pictures on my computer.

Another funny thing I like to do is compare old pictures with new pictures.

Which is what I'm going to do right now.

New pictures of Ryan and I are on the outside...

with golden oldies sandwiched in the middle.

Babies

We've grown so much together and

I think he is the cutest boy I've ever seen in my entire life.

I have no idea how a big ol dorkatron like me landed such a stud.

He's right. I'm not normal.

But I guess in this case, my abnormalities are working in my favor.

Maybe that's the secret to love?

You find the weirdest person you can,

and you marry them.

Am I right?