Glamour camping


Hey blog readers of all shapes, sizes, ethnicities, preferences, and attitudes: I hope memorial day is treating you as well as it is treating me! I’ve been busy, per usual, but all good things must come to an end. Let me fill you in:
My family has always camped, but our ways have lessened from the hardcore tent and out houses to a lodge in a camp ground with a spa.
Guess which I prefer?
Anyways. It’s obvious, I love glamour camping. I’m tan, relaxed, and even though I’ve suffered sleeping on a futon it’s been great. I’m not home, even though I’m still in the middle of nowhere, but we’re having my favorite food (Nana’s pasta and broccoli) for dinner and I have a view of beautiful life guards if I get bored.
It gets better. This next sentence is the reason I am writing this blog; documenting a life changing occurrence.
I’M GOING SHOPPING AT THE OUTLETS WITH MY FATHER FOR MY FATHER WITH AN UNLIMITED BUDGET.. This budget is within reason, but assumed to be a thousand dollars or more.
I’m kinda thrilled. My dad’s idea of shopping has always consisted of vitamins when we go to the mall on a 30 min painful trip.
NOT ANY MORE.
Muahahahahaha.
I’m so happy. I really could get used to glamour camping.
Allison

If you care, my nails are pink.


Want a tip?

Don’t tell your grandparents when you decide to go tanning.

It wasn’t like I called them up and said “HEY NANA AND PAPA I WENT TANNING IN A CANCER CAUSING MACHINE.” But I might as well have. I answered the phone this afternoon, they asked what I did this afternoon…

Well.

I started saying I went to work,  then I continued into how I went to school until 3 and slipped in there that I went to lunch with my friend (Chineseeee), had pedicures and tanned.

Tan.

That was the magical word that spun into a 5 minute speech about cancer and ruining my life.

Isn’t that up to me?

I said it completely casually. I didn’t mean to draw attention to the fact I was tanning. My cousin tans. Who cares?

I’m complaining. I think this is stupid. I don’t do anything bad or illegal. Can’t I tan? Good Lord. I’m not orange, I just bought a 3 month package. I started today. I’m not even pink!

They couldn’t have told me about the UV rays drying my nails or the acetone fumes that are going to make me high in the remover?

Oh, they could have. But no.

Btw, if they freaking cared my nails are pink.

AND I HAD A FABULOUS DAY.

AND MY OUTFIT WAS CUTE.

AND I KNOW NOBODY CARES BECAUSE I’M JUST GONNA DIE OF CANCER NOW -apparently- BUT THERE’S MORE TO MY LIFE THAN BAKING IN A MACHINE.

 

AND MY NAILS SMUDGED.

Fml: Allison