Was it the Victorian Era when it was hot to be pale? I kind of miss that mentality. Trying to get tan is too much work.
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Showing posts with label tanning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tanning. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Thoughts on Journaling, Teal Goop, & False Hopes
I shouldn't be proud to not be writing in my journal every day. I've pledged to myself so many times in the past that I wouldn't let my personal writing lapse, even if nothing exciting happened that day, even if I don't want to record the day's events for posterity. But I haven't given up on writing every day, be it fiction or nonfiction. And if I'm not writing about it in my journal, I'm out doing it. So, I'm proud. May this be a summer of catching up on journaling when I can.
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Thoughts on Fidgeting, Neville Longbottom, & Feeling Grimy
On my summer days, I like to strut around in a bathing suit without makeup and get tan. Oh, and I get paid for it. Because I'm a Red Cross-certified swim instructor. What can I say? It's summertime and the livin' is easy.
But, there are days when it's sunny and hot and I can't convince myself that sitting inside is a good idea for very long. On these days, when I don't have work, it's either feel guilty about wasting a beautiful day, or get my ass outside and tan. I do go outside and I do enjoy the sun. For awhile. Until I start getting distracted.
Let's just say, if I didn't have an outdoor summer job, I'd never get tan.
I don't have the attention span to just sit. I can read for hours. I can watch a movie or multiple episodes of a show. I can be online. I'll even lay out at the beach. But, when I'm in my own backyard, there are just too many distractions; I can't sit still. I drink too much water as it is, so I'm constantly running inside to the bathroom. I sit in a chair, lay on my stomach, sit in the grass. I listen to music, I read. I get hungry. I want to read something else. I need more water. I just keep fidgeting, up and down, inside and out, running around, always moving. And, what's odd, it's entirely a summertime affliction.
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But, there are days when it's sunny and hot and I can't convince myself that sitting inside is a good idea for very long. On these days, when I don't have work, it's either feel guilty about wasting a beautiful day, or get my ass outside and tan. I do go outside and I do enjoy the sun. For awhile. Until I start getting distracted.
Let's just say, if I didn't have an outdoor summer job, I'd never get tan.
I don't have the attention span to just sit. I can read for hours. I can watch a movie or multiple episodes of a show. I can be online. I'll even lay out at the beach. But, when I'm in my own backyard, there are just too many distractions; I can't sit still. I drink too much water as it is, so I'm constantly running inside to the bathroom. I sit in a chair, lay on my stomach, sit in the grass. I listen to music, I read. I get hungry. I want to read something else. I need more water. I just keep fidgeting, up and down, inside and out, running around, always moving. And, what's odd, it's entirely a summertime affliction.
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