OMG... There's nothing. No rash. No Itchy. No Nothing. I refuse to let myself go off the wall, screaming, shouting and otherwise jsut flipping out with glee, because the rash could jsut be tricking me into a false sense of confidence. But Oh god... I'm so excited. Like... I could go out and roll in the grass, fling myself off the rope swing, and die happy on the rocks below. Lmao!! hehe J/k. Nahh... I'm going out on the boat today, and I'm going... SWIMMING!! You hear me? SWIMMING!!! *dances around, screaming, happy happy happy* Oh man... Just sitting here typing, I can feel the muscles in my legs tensing, jsut wanting to spring me up and dance. I'm so excited.

But anyway... My arms are not killing me, which jsut proves that I could swim across the lake if I really wanted to. I jsut need to get out and do it. Hey Lindsey... wanna get buff? We'll take up swimming this summer! Because I CAN!!!! Okay... Maybe no one realizes what a monumental moment this is for me. I have not been able to swim in anything freshwater that is not so heavily chlorinated that frogs jumping in would shrivel up and die, since I was 10. The fact that I actually swam in Spring Lake, my number one enemy in the fight against this rash.... It means I can actually go swimming. I don't ahve to watch anymore while everyone else goes in, I don't have to "forget" my bathing suit, I don't have to be persuaded in, then scratch for three days straight, then not emerge from my hosue ebcause I can't stand to let anyone see me because I'm a swollen red scar. I'm crying I'm so happy. Which is not good, because I shoved water so far up my nose yesterday, it ruptured the BBB in my brain. LMAO. Good ole BBB. So, needless to say, I've got tears running down my face, and I'm choking to death on this lump in my throat from being all stuffed up. I hate allergies... LoL. I have problems. hehe

Anyway... Went shopping, and got these awesome little shirts, one of which is light blue, with "Squeaky clean Car Wash" On hte front in iridescent letters... I love it! And dad's agreed to let me buy shads for .50 cents apiece! So i can hang them up in my room, and watch them glow at night... How neato frito can you get? (Now, you're prolly all thinking... WTF are shads? Well, lemme tell you!) Isn't it funny how the girl who hates water, baots, and fishing most of all, who was roped into being a first mate on her dad's charter boat, learn how to rig up fishing rigs, and be nice to people, is now putting fishing lures up around her room as decorations? I thought so... Which is why I laugh at myself every time I think about it. of course, I sitll hate fishing and boats... But water... well, *grin* Now that I can do what I love to do in it (yay Swimming!), I think I may get over my hatred for it.

did you ever hate something becauseyou couldn't do it? Or down someone because you were jealous? Like... Who hte hell would want a name like Chantrel? But really actually like it, and wish your name was as pretty and sweet as that? (Swear to God, I never downed Chantrel, that girl's scary!!!) Or like... Ugh, Seriously, who would dress like that!? And secretly wish you had enough guts to go out and wear pants like them? Well, that was me and Water. I love swimming. But, when I found out I couldn't swim for 10 minutes without being in agony for weeks on end, I hated Water. water was the enemy. I avoided it at all costs, and I hated anyhting to do with it!! yay! Luv ya! gtg!