Hello readers! Even though there are very few of you, most of which I am assuming come from Tumblr (which means I, by default, am in love with you) since that's the only place I have really promoted this blog, and then of course, there's also Alison (who is pretty much my soul copy/pasted into another human being, who doesn't make fun of me when I say stupid things and who eats grilled cheese and oreos with me on the daily). Anyway. Point is, hi.
I am currently writing this, in my bed, naked, wrapped in a big fluffy towel. I love just staying naked for indefinite periods of time post-showering. Ever do that? According to Facebook, 104,671 other people do that too.
Today was an adventure. I feel wonderful and fulfilled and warm and I'm still pretty pale but I'm not the shade of death anymore.
My dear friend Daniella turned seventeen today, so I woke up at 8:42 AM, which is considered ungodly now that it's summertime, for a day of adventure and ridiculousness.
As I was enjoying my daily fiber bar at the kitchen table, I noticed my stepmom was packing a cooler. I asked her what for, and she told me that she and my sister were going to the beach. Which, at 8:42 in the morning, kind of annoyed me since I wasn't at least offered the chance to go with... I've been asking to go to the beach for a while now! And sure, I had plans and wouldn't have gone anyway, but she didn't know that. Anyway. That was this morning. Now, I don't really understand why I was so offended...
With my dad at work and my stepmom on her way to New Symrna with younger sister in tow, I had the entire house to myself while I was getting ready, which meant I got to get dressed while bouncing around obnoxiously to my occasionally-really-disgustingly-profane dance music. Then there was a sunscreen crisis.
Daniella came to pick me up, with her friend Bryan (who lives in another state but is in town to visit his dad), and off we went to Denny's for a highly calorific and cheap breakfast. We rode in her off-white punch-buggy with the top down; sunglasses on, music up loud, sun blaring. The whole scene felt overwhelmingly like summer. And it is summer. But I think the ride to Denny's this morning pretty much cemented that fact for me.
And then of course, at Denny's, I completely murdered my weeklong healthy-eating-and-exercise binge by ordering the BYO Grand Slam... Two chocolate chip pancakes, grits, scrambled eggs and cheese, and toast... Yeah. I promised myself immediately afterward that I wouldn't let another morsel touch my lips for the rest of the day, a promise I conveniently forgot later on...
Post-Denny's, we picked up my darling Alison from her house, and headed for the springs. Daniella had her heart set on renting a canoe, but when we got there we discovered that three people was the maximum for a canoe. So, as there were four of us, we decided we would go two at a time. Bryan and Daniella went first, which meant me and Alison would be canoeing together, and as we are two of the most incompetent people in the entire world, we decided that we were pretty much doomed. While Bryan and Daniella had their turn, Alison and I explored the swimming part of the springs, laid out in the sun and chatted for a bit, and experienced what was probably the douchiest group of college students ever. Then when it was our turn with the canoe... Well, I don't really want to relive it. There was lots of cursing, desperation, and general failure. At least we made it out okay.
After we left the springs, I went back to Alison's house and stepped on the electrical mat that is meant to keep her dog in the kitchen. Alison felt bad, but I reminded her of the time my bathroom door got jammed and she was stuck inside, and we called it even. Anyway. She had these special cups from this gas station that let you get free icees and soda all summer. Magical, right? So we went and got 32 ounces of frozen chemically processed sugar water (told you I broke my vow!) and headed back to my house for animal shaped easy mac and disgusting Facebook stalking. Then I jotted down details of my day to blog about on the lid of a shoebox while we, as two seventeen year old girls, sat on my couch and watched the Disney Channel. Side note: how old are the Sprouse twins nowadays and am I going to go to jail?
Highlight of the night was when my dad brought us Oreos. A Costco sized box of 180. Alison and I were pretty pleased.
I started packing and doing laundry for Tampa. Oh, and I got my period. Which is stressful since I have a party to attend tomorrow, but a relief at the same time, because I've been seriously PMS-ing all week long and I was starting to wonder if it was just me.
This is probably way too long. If you read the whole thing, leave a comment below and I'll give you a shout-out in my next post. I changed the settings so that you don't need an account to comment.
Days gone without contact with Posh Spice: 2
Weight: 110.2 this morning, but after what I put into my stomach today, I don't even want to think about it.
Pre-life crisis related tantrums had this summer: 2
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