Beach Bummin'

So this one I just decided for sure yesterday.  So now it's official.

Hate: Going to the beach.  I am a ginger.  I am a HUGE whitey.  Going to the beach for me entails sitting on a towel reading a book or a magazine and listening to my ipod (this all sounds ok until...) and waiting until I forget to put sunscreen on at some interval and I get some sort of extremely awkward sunburn, or as I like to call it, the Marzitan.  All I can think about when I'm there is how longs it's been since I last put on sunscreen.  That is not fun for me.  When you're little and you're like swimming for hours and building sandcastles and all that fun stuff it's ok, in the scheme of things putting on sunscreen sometimes is fine because the annoyingness of it is cancelled out by the fun of all the things you're doing.  But now, no one wants to do fun stuff at the beach.  No one even really wants to go in the water except for a few seconds to cool off.  Everyone just wants to "tan."  Look at me.  I do not tan.  I am literally just laying there counting down the minutes until I have to put sunscreen on next.  And if I'm not doing that then I'm just laying there getting a Marzitan that looks ridiculous and is extremely painful for days.  F. that. noise.

And on a related note...

Love:  Continuous spray sunscreen.  It has seriously changed my life.  Before this, I would have even more awkward sunburns, if possible.  Like random splotches of red and finger prints and shit.  Now I can almost always avoid the Marzitan when I put the sunscreen on in small enough intervals.  My life is so sad.

Sigh,
theGrump