Zebra Stripes, Cross Country and Tan Lines

Huzzah!

I'm mostly done with tears. :D Which is most excellent. Anywho, I've decided that because I have no homework, and will have none for the remainder of my junior year, I will be doing my nails quite frequently. In today's case, I plan on shimmery green with black zebra stripes on the ring fingers of each hand. Yes. I am very excited. [: Happily, I've started eating again, though it's my normal veg food. Yes.... It's waaay too healthy for my liking. I retract that actually. I love it. It makes me feel absolutely dashing. My brain doesn't feel entirely clogged with synthetic sugar and all that jazz. However, I have to admit, last night I was in such a mood that I poured over the dessert section of my cookbooks for a few hours, and as a result, felt like I gained 15 pounds. Call me crazy, but I went through at least 6 lbs of butter, 10 lbs of sugar, and gobs of chocolate. I'm awful. I know. :D

As aforementioned, I joined Cross Country on Thursday. I. Am. Incredibly. Excited. However, I'm intensely aware of how much I will be crying during practices. Good grief! I suppose if I want to change my body and esteem this is the best way, but come on! I'd better be HOT! after this! And have one heck of a body after running 1+ hours six days a week! -Sigh- Maybe I'll get you pictures of a before and after in a few months when the season is over. I hope to incorporate running more often into my life as it is. This is just an excuse to do so really. I mean, I love to be active, on my own time, and not under someone else's reign. But hey, sometimes I need something more than just cycling. That doesn't mean that I'm discrediting cycling at all. It's just easier to run than it is to have to maintenance my bike everyday. :D Yes. From this circumloqution I'm starting to run because I'm lazy enough to not want manage my bike.... This way I only have to take care of my body as a weapon of mass destruction. Or something like that. {:

While I'm still ridiculously white on the outside, my black remains to become blacker day by day. Contrairily, I seem to be getting whiter with my hours of sun absorption. Of course, that could possibly be me being more reflective of the sun. I do have proof though that I have changed color. Slightly. Every summer I keep at least on bracelet on my right wrist just to track how white I once was [and to what shade I'll likely return...]. Without fail, this year has been the same. My arms have changed about four shades, but my legs have only changed about two. Oddly, because I sunblock the blazes out of my arms and face, but never apply any to my legs, in hope that I'll maybe change color. Yeah. That never happens. With the sad exception of my knees of course. My cardioid birthmark above my left knee is absolutely prominent, meaning I have to be getting some sun.... I don't know. I'm an absolute paradox when it comes to sun absorption. Don't ask. I just am. [: It's one of those scenarios where you have to see to understand. Otherwise, I just look like a gigantic oaf blabbering on and on about my apsorption tendencies. Oh well. :D

I'm out to do my nails. Huzzah!!! :D Cheers.

P.S. Apparently it's trash day, and I just heard a garbage man outside my window make the most hilarious gutteral noise I've ever heard. It went something like "Grahhhhugh!!!" Good grief! xD I didn't know trash was that heavy! Cheers.