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I have a food recommendation: a whole wheat bagel with peanut butter and grape jelly slathered on top. Goodness.

On Wednesday I went swimming with Kendra and Jezz, and I acquired a very severe sunburn. My stomach and chest and legs and feet and neck and back. All very burnt. The worst is probably my stomach and chest. Naturally, I was in great discomfort and pain for several days afterwards, but I am beginning to feel normal again. I was unwise when I applied my sun protection because I only applied it to my face and arms. Usually these parts of my body burn first, and I didn't want that to happen. Likewise, I did not wish to amplify my already-prominent farmer's tan on my arms. I figured the rest of me could use a little sun. A little, I stress. I look funny, though. I am going to have extremely bad tan lines from this experience, but alas, I have a good sense of humor about the whole thing. Looks like I won't be naked in front of anyone for awhile. Damnit. There goes my part-time job.

(Of course this is pre-overexposuretothefuckingsun. I'm sorry, skin.)

My friends and I started our morning walking regimen this past Monday, and so far it has worked out lovely. Kendra and Kati decided to start walking with us. Kendra brings her dog Gary, and he too is a lovely addition to the ritual. Altogether, I walked about 12 miles this week.

So, it's official. We have officially purchased a house. Well, we made the deposit, and we were given a key to the house. The sign outside the house now says "sold." It's our new home. We set it up so that it is a "rent to own" type of deal. Thursday I helped my mom clean, and Friday Shannon and I cleaned the woodwork upstairs for nearly three hours. I love the new house. It feels right to me. Strange, but right. It has its flaws, but they are acceptable. I really am going to miss my old house, though. But I suppose I have to let go and move on. Bah.

The other night Shannon and I watched a music video spree of Pearl Jam on VH1 Classic. If anyone would like to buy me the album Yield, I would greatly appreciate it as an early birthday present. I saw a music video from that album -- something about evolution in the title -- and the video was animated? Anyway, it was fucking awesome and I've been obsessed ever since. Also, watching all of those videos really revved up my Vedder engine. That man is incredible. I turn into some kind of animal watching him. I simply do not understand why only three people in my life consider this man attractive. He is unbelievable, to say the least. If you don't agree, you are some kind of crazy. Psst: For all of you Jammers, there's going to be a Pearl Jam Storytellers on VH1 Sunday (technically today) at 10 PM eastern standard time. Watch!

Drop the leash, drop the leash, get out of my fucking face.

I went to Kingwood Center Friday with some friends. Kingwood Center is basically this flower conservatory located in Mansfield, Ohio. It is lovely, and I love going there. I love feeding the ducks and cooing at the peacocks and marveling at the various flowers and plants. We took some fun pictures whilst our visiting, but it's late and I will post them later when I have more initiative. We also had Ruby Tuesday's for dinner, and God knows that their salad bar is equivalent to unearthly awesome sex. For me, anyway.

Kevin and I went to Taco Bell, and I got very angry. I'm convinced that Taco Bell is a fascist, evil, manipulative, money-hungry cooperation, and I am going to write to some higher up so that my voice is heard on several issues. Firstly, I almost always order a Nachos Bell Grande without beef and green onion, substituting those subtractions with more beans. Sometimes I don't get charged for the extra beans, but most of the time I do. The last time I was charged, I received a refund of my money, no questions asked. I believe it is idiotic to charge me extra for the beans when I ask to specifically substitute the meat for more beans. Obviously, the beans are less expensive than the meat. Additionally, on the occasion with Kevin, I ordered a Crunch Wrap, and because I didn't get chicken on it, I substituted the chicken with rice. Well, I was charged for rice, which, once again, obviously costs less than chicken or any other meat product for that matter. Kevin ordered a regular Crunch Wrap, which, mind you, is the same price as the new Spicy Chicken Crunch Wrap. The regular Crunch Wrap comes with ground beef, but Kevin asked for chicken instead of the beef. Sure, he could've ordered the Spicy Chicken if he really wanted the chicken, but he didn't want the spicy aspect, so he didn't. He ordered a regular. He was granted the chicken on the regular Crunch Wrap, but he was charged sixty cents more for the substitution. At this point, I was just pissed. I spoke to the manager of the restaurant, and he gave me the money back for my rice charge, but he explained that "chicken costs more than beef," and that is why Kevin was charged extra for having chicken on the regular Crunch Wrap instead of beef. Um. Is that why the regular Crunch Wrap, which comes with beef, is the EXACT SAME PRICE as the Spicy Chicken Crunch Wrap?! Because seriously, that makes no fucking sense whatsoever. He couldn't really offer me much. He just said that the charging process was "company policy." I told him that the company policy was pretty stupid. Fuckers.

I like somebody. I don't really know if this somebody knows that I like him. But if he does know, and he likes me back, well then, he should probably do something about it. Because I am tired of feeling like I'm not good enough for anybody. I become excited when I like somebody new. I've liked a "new" somebody maybe a whole three times in my life. I am by no means boy crazy. I do not develop crushes easily. My previous attempt to befriend a male does not count. I was trying to help him, and it just got screwy from there. This is something different. This is something potentially better. But then again, I am never very confident regarding these matters. I cannot just say, "Listen, _____. I like you. And if you like me, you should let me know so that we can actually spend time together before I leap off to Athens." All I can do is make subtle suggestions about spending time together and hope that I am not a complete idiot in doing so. All I can do is expect nothing but hope for something. Thus ends me sounding like a normal teenage girl.