shriveled freckled tomato. Please God, no.

I am completely worried that when I am "Tanning" (a.k.a, cancer in a lawn chair) or sunburning/freckling, whatever you want to call it for me, I always think that i'll wake up, it'll be dark outside, and the burning will, well, start to burn. You know the people, the people who will fall asleep on those empty lawn chairs, and then wake up bright red, all over. What's the only word to say after that? Oh yeah, CRAP.
So, I try not to pass out in the nice, wonderful dry heat. I listen to my ipod, read books, drink. Whatever. Because, I know, that I'll just start drooling all over the plastic straps in just about five seconds flat if I close my eyes.
And, I apply spf 1 million to my face every five minutes. I'm not exaggerating whatsoever either. I'm terrified of getting a sunburn. I have had the worse cases of it imaginable. So, every time I feel like that burning sensation is crawling on that one square inch of my face, dab a whole big amount on right there.
And, it works. I was out in the sun for two hours. And, alas, I'm not a tomato! YAY.
Okay, now I'm going to shut up about my delightful sunburn. But you don't know how giddy it makes me, to not have it.

Yesterday I completely forgot about telling (whoever is reading) about my airplane trip. I flew with southwest, which I am completely happy with. I think this is like the #2 on my favorite airlines to fly on domestically. (United is #1, of course :D)
Nice comfy seats, they gave complimentary 2 drinks, a bag of chips, (and they'll come around again and ask if you want anymore!) and honey roasted nuts.
Of course I thought that was amazing. I mean, look at me. I like food. haha.
The sucky part was, was that they don't reserve a seat for you. Of course I'm like the last person to board. So I'm walking around like a stupid fool, trying to find a seat. I finally found one next to this overly nice elderly couple. My flight was 30 minutes early, and well, over all, my trip from Chicago to Fort. Myers was just amazing.
My trip so far, has been great. You think that you would be bored with just a couple of things to do here. (reading, watching TV, swimming, tanning etc.) But really, I find myself as the laziest person in the world. (Which I knew already in the back of my head) This is like my enjoyment to just lay around all day.
My grandparents rented out a condo, and they are right about 200 feet away from their pool. (what happens is that their 4 buildings, the more richer ones, have their own pool entirely., own key, own certain people) And then there is the "something island", which is just about a 15 minute walk away from our condo. They have a tiki bar, big pool, hot tubs, exercise rooms, library, and, the best of all, *triumphant music* the Internet room. Which I am in right now.
I have a fantabulous bedroom, with two beds in it, cable television, and my own bathroom. This is a superb vacation for me.
Well, I don't have more amazing things to write, I think of all my crap I want to write while sitting out in the sun. So, I think I'm going to walk back to the private pool, get the house key from my Grandma (aka, big black grandma, since she can tan so good) who is roasting out in the sun, and then I'm just going to do some laundry, and sit on my butt and watch TV. Then watch the sunset from the view from the porch.
Have a fun time Chicago. Be jealous.