Wear Sunscreen...

BREAKING NEWS!!!!
Australia has in fact passed the US on being the most obese country in the world!!!! AMERICA FUCK YEAH!!!!! ... Judge me, I got happy.

Went to the beach again this weekend. It was lovely and I actually laid out in the sun for hours and am getting the color to show for it, can't wait to go again this weekend because you bet your ass I will be going even if I have to go alone. But anyway, I only applied sunscreen once and happened to fall asleep lying on my back and completely fried it. When in a quite sunny place, not only remember to put sunscreen on, but reapply at least once. But thanks to my italian side it has since turned into a quite splendid tan and I'm loving it. My face is starting to freckle the way it does when I've been in the sun alot, which means soon enough I'll have a tan face as well and I wont feel so disgusting when people take photographs of me. Everyone feels better when they are tan, except the people here I see walking around with umbrellas on beautiful days because they enjoy looking like sun has never touched them in their lifetime. Milky white, no shit. I couldnt live that way, I would look sick.
I am completely envious of Caitlin who apparently never wants to come home from italy, and takes classes about cooking and what wine goes with what kind of food. You know what I learned today? How communities started on some random encounter in europe in the 1500s and about how it was nearly impossible to prove your identity without certain scars or tattoos back then because there was no fingerprints, dna, or drivers licenses. Interesting? Kinda, but I'll be quizzed on this and won't remember the dirty details. And how do I know this? Because within 10 minutes of walking out the door I couldnt really remember a damn thing except "my teacher talks cool, and he knows im retarded". Ugh... after this quick little update I have to write 200 words about a character I've met in my life in a way that would make someone who had never seen or heard of them picture them without using stupid descriptions like beautiful and such. 200 words eh? Thats like what... 5 sentences? That's not gonna happen. I happen to write the way I speak and not in some sensible way that researchers and novelists write, so 200 words to describe a person, place or thing is not happening anytime soon.
I discovered the true meaning of homesickness by the way. It's not missing people or places, but rather the simple comforts of "home" that you take for granted from day to day. Let me tell you how I figured this ish out. I went to the store because I was craving cranberry juice... I had to go to 2 different grocery stores and no one here has ever even heard of Ocean Spray, its some random brand that tastes like crap. Definition of drinks in Wareham... Juicys... No where to be seen. Not even an Aussie version! AH! So I gave up and as I was walking home with my fake cranberry juice listening to my ipod (Painting Flowers by All Time Low to be exact, my new fav song of the moment) I looked up and appreciated all the stars in the sky that I could see quite clearly and then it hits me... You can't see the Big Dipper from Australia. I know this sounds completely lame, but I didn't quite feel so far away until this moment... Look outside at night, can you see the Big Dipper? You should probably appreciate that it's there, because it's a constant in your life from as far back as you can remember that never mattered until it is gone and not hidden by a cloud I mean gone. There is an extreme lack of it in my sky and an abundance of Orion. So my point... enjoy the Big Dipper, the little dipper, Juicys, and good cranberry juice, whichever flavor suits your fancy because I swear to god you will be more devastated by that damn drink or star in the sky than you will by the fact that your mommy cant cook you dinner for a few months.

Time to write about a random character. Maybe I'll get creative obnoxiously because I don't honestly feel like anyone cares about Travel Writing... Hmmm