I win.

Remember when I said I convinced myself I was going to sit next to a hot boy on the Greyhound and we would end up getting married and making beautiful babies? Well, it was only half true. I sat next to a hot 18-year-old boy (who is going to school in Vermont, as am I, next year, and also happens to share my birthday), and we talked for a really long time, and....ummmm.....other stuff. You'll have to ask me for the juicy gossip.