Sunday, July 31, 2011
I never post! I suck :(
I bought the Seventeen Magazine fitness issue.
I haven't gone through it yet, more than a skim. I always really liked Seventeen, but now I think I might be getting too old for it. Why?
Shirtless Justin Bieber.
It's just f***ing with my brain.
I am no longer Seventeen. I'm 22, and I don't want to hump Justin Bieber. Or the guy from Twilight.
I'm still fat. No real change there. I haven't eaten as much at night the past few days, partly because I've got a momentous painful sunburn. Seriously, my shoulders are shot. I can't lift my arms, it's just PAIN.
It's my own fault, though. I mean, I had inconvenience...but really, a redhead goes to the beach without sunscreen? For like 7 hours? I'm a moron. It *was* cloudy when I left, but I should have thought of it first.
Worst part is, I literally found 3 bottles of sunscreen when I got home. Where were they when I was packing? Fortunately, my aloe was also easy to find.
In addition I sliced my leg shaving... It didn't seem that bad at the time, but it's still healing. Then I swam in lake Erie, and I swear, I think there was medical waste in that water.
I'm so stupid.
I've been trying to keep it clean. It's excruciatingly painful to clean this thing with alcohol, but I did it twice. And anti-bacterial ointment. I guess this is too much information. I mean, I could go on...
It probably sounds like I had a miserable time, but I feel like I really bonded with my friend. The tiny one I've mentioned a few times, and I also like her friends. They're super nice.
There's this one girl with Celiac disease. She can't eat gluten.
My friend and I hung out afterwards. It was kind of boring, she had work to do. It's fine. I felt special.
It's really an interesting feeling to hang out with someone who genuinely enjoys my company. I'm not good at making friends, but she's super calm and patient. Patient is a necessary quality for hanging out with me. And she's only ever a bad influence when we're shopping. And eating, because she always wants to get something to eat - but she does also encourage me to throw out my food once I start complaining about it. So that's good.
"Let's get food!"
5 minutes later... She throws out half of it.
Though she did eat a footlong when were were out, I was shocked. AND ice cream!
And she still had a flat tummy in a bikini.
Oh well... Enough fussing. I'll try to post something useful soon.