Home Again Jiggidy Jog
Hi kids! I figured I'd update on my week at home so far. Diaryland is being a bitch and not letting me add an entry so I'm irritated. It far surpasses irritating since I have a dial up connection here instead of a cable modem. God forbid that dial up!
First off, I'm tan. SERIOUSLY TAN. I look at my arms or other extremeties that need not be mentioned and I have to take a double look. Holy shit! That's MY tan arm! Loooookkkeeeeee me! I'm hotter than a shishkabob that started on fire. I highly recommend the airbrush tan to anyone. It's a quick process. Even I, being the albino that I am, was in and out in about 45 minutes with a golden glow. No heat, no sun, no heat rash, no cancer, just me and the cold spray (oh yeah---and the lady that sprays on the tan and gets to see me in all my glory) Lucky for me I was smart enough to bring an bra and underwear so that I wasn't nakee as a baby.
I got home and got to hang out with my best friend from high school. People usually tend to think we're drunk all the time when we are together. we feed off of each other's hyperness. It was so great to see her again. I really hate that she lives in New Mexico and I only get to see her once a year. It's so hard sometimes. I'm so close to her.
I stayed sunday night out at the boy's bachelor pad. Yup, me in a bachelor pad. Except that it wasn't quite yet full of bachelors. That started tonight. I'm so jealous! It would be great to get a condo with all my girls and party it up. Sadly, I hang out with more boys than girls lately. Oh well....
Now it's monday night and I'm sitting on my little twin bed. I smell the familiar smells of the candles I had when I was a teenager. I smell the cedar logs that my house is built of. I look over the balcony that is my bedroom and see that same chair and the same light that I read by for many hours into the night. I have the window open to let the breeze blow onto my face as I sleep. I gaze up through the sky light and watch the stars....
That familiar urge kicks in. I hear it calling to me like an old friend. The grass on that hill is singing to me. Tomorrow I am taking a journey all by myself. I am going to the ski hill (I live right next to Big Powderhorn Mtn.) and climbing it. I'm going to brush my fingers on the tips of the grass. Once I get to the top, I will lay and stare at the sky. I dream of those slopes being covered in the silky white snow that is just waiting for me to make the first tracks of the day. I want to climb onto the closed chairlift and swing on a chair just because I can.
You would never believe how much I miss it. How I long to be on the slopes. Only a few more months. Now if only I had the money to get a season pass. I can't go another season without doing what I love best.
First off, I'm tan. SERIOUSLY TAN. I look at my arms or other extremeties that need not be mentioned and I have to take a double look. Holy shit! That's MY tan arm! Loooookkkeeeeee me! I'm hotter than a shishkabob that started on fire. I highly recommend the airbrush tan to anyone. It's a quick process. Even I, being the albino that I am, was in and out in about 45 minutes with a golden glow. No heat, no sun, no heat rash, no cancer, just me and the cold spray (oh yeah---and the lady that sprays on the tan and gets to see me in all my glory) Lucky for me I was smart enough to bring an bra and underwear so that I wasn't nakee as a baby.
I got home and got to hang out with my best friend from high school. People usually tend to think we're drunk all the time when we are together. we feed off of each other's hyperness. It was so great to see her again. I really hate that she lives in New Mexico and I only get to see her once a year. It's so hard sometimes. I'm so close to her.
I stayed sunday night out at the boy's bachelor pad. Yup, me in a bachelor pad. Except that it wasn't quite yet full of bachelors. That started tonight. I'm so jealous! It would be great to get a condo with all my girls and party it up. Sadly, I hang out with more boys than girls lately. Oh well....
Now it's monday night and I'm sitting on my little twin bed. I smell the familiar smells of the candles I had when I was a teenager. I smell the cedar logs that my house is built of. I look over the balcony that is my bedroom and see that same chair and the same light that I read by for many hours into the night. I have the window open to let the breeze blow onto my face as I sleep. I gaze up through the sky light and watch the stars....
That familiar urge kicks in. I hear it calling to me like an old friend. The grass on that hill is singing to me. Tomorrow I am taking a journey all by myself. I am going to the ski hill (I live right next to Big Powderhorn Mtn.) and climbing it. I'm going to brush my fingers on the tips of the grass. Once I get to the top, I will lay and stare at the sky. I dream of those slopes being covered in the silky white snow that is just waiting for me to make the first tracks of the day. I want to climb onto the closed chairlift and swing on a chair just because I can.
You would never believe how much I miss it. How I long to be on the slopes. Only a few more months. Now if only I had the money to get a season pass. I can't go another season without doing what I love best.
COMMENTS
How long is that spray-on tan supposed to last?
10:41 PMwebmiztris.diaryland.com
The tan is supposed to last from 10 days to 2 weeks, but I'm already fading and it's only been 4 days. I think it all depends on a person's skin.
6:36 PMIsn't it great how fun home is now?? I can't wait to go back. I never ever thought I'd say that.
10:17 PMOh yeah, how much did that airbrushing thing cost? I'm disgustingly white. I think I scared a small child today at the beach.
10:20 PMYeah, to be honest, I'm pretty upset with this airbrush tan. The only way it's really "all that great" is if you have major upkeep on it, which would cost alot of money. My first session was $35 with the second session being $15. I don't think I'm going in for the second session, it's just not worth it. I look like I'm molting and will have to scrub the rest off. Jaime--apparently, the only place that does this in Marquette is called Kates Place.
1:12 PM