Late Night Extravaganzas

Last night, a funny thing happened. I had gone to the beach at Spring Lakes with my friend Meghan earlier that day. It was beautiful out, no complaints there. We spent three hours laying under the hot sun, listening to Beck and Architecture in Helsinki. However, when I got back home from our little adventure, I noticed I had burnt to a crisp (screw you CVS branded spray on sunscreen. Thanks a bunch for bailing on me). My inner thighs were lobster red and my stomach was blotchy (they still are, to a much lesser degree).
So I spent all of last night rubbing on aloe and trying to figure out the quickest way to alleviate the pain. This involved shaving cream (the internet told me to), vinegar, and ice cold baths. The best solution I found was walking around ass naked, as my house is always Siberia-like this time of year (and every other time afterward actually). So, satisfied with this solution, I went downstairs to grab a late night snack. My Mom had asked me a few hours ago when I was still wearing clothes to go find Yahtzi, one of our five cats. She isn't hard to miss because of her enormous size and strange coloring. Apparently she had gotten outside and hadn't come back in yet and my Mom wanted me to go find her and bring her back inside before she got hit by a car (she isn't a very bright cat you see). Once I got my snack of graham crackers and cheese, I went in search for Yahtzi, all the while still without clothes. I didn't go outside to do this out of kindness for my neighbors, but instead proceeded to turn the outdoor light on to see if I could spot her that way and bribe her to come inside with a can of tuna or something. Well, when I turned on the outdoor light in my backyard, I didn't see Yahtzi. Instead, I saw two raccoons. I stared at them. They stared at me. I waved. Then they ran away. A naked, sunburnt, twenty-year old girl waving to them was probably the strangest thing they had ever seen.

In other news, I'm still waiting to hear back from decomP about whether or not they liked my poetry. Cross your fingers.