Eleven weeks and counting

In exactly eleven months I'm going to be the twenty year old I never wanted to be.
That is why, within these blessed, yet blasted, eleven weeks I'm going to work hard to assure that my nightmares do not become reality.

And by this I mean I want to be a riveting, sexy, established twenty year old women.
NOT a saggy, lazy, unimportant twenty year old...thing.

So here is to the next eleven weeks: may they pass by quickly with all intentions realized.

{ feel free to leave inspiring comments, I'll need em.}