1.) The pool is slowly but surely killing me. I (literally) sweat chlorine, my tan lines are bright enough to direct sky traffic, I am working all of the time, but somehow am still broke. My skin is so used to cold water, I can now actually take cold showers and enjoy them. Bras and underwear do not exist anymore. 99% of the time you see me, I am hiding a bathing suit under my clothes. It's a little like superman, but not near as cool. Or as flattering.
2.) I want to move out of my house. I love my parents and baby brother, but Lord help me. If all of us survive the summer, it will be a miracle. 20 years is a really long time to live with 3 other people.
3.) I want to move into my new house. I will be living with my friends. We have cute things to put in it. I've been collecting things for my house for 3 years now, and I'm ready to get it out of my closet. I want to be able to take naps. I want to spend time with my Foster Lee. I want to rest a little.
4.) KOL in STL is in 32 days. I. Cannot. Wait.
5.) Panama August 9-16. :D :D :D
So you may think I'm crazy for wishing my summer away, but I just want a freaking break. Indoors.
Above is a post-pool day Sierra. Disgusting.
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