Not the kind that sparkles, unfortunately.

Rather, I spend each summer sick from heat, and usually burned purple, even in minimal sun exposure. For example, yesterday I spent 5 hours outside. Mainly because I forgot the sort of things that happen to me, over the long, cold winter, but also because it was warm, and I am human, and I enjoy vitamin D. I had SPF 30 sunscreen on, and yet still managed to burn half of my face (I apparently only faced the sun in the same direction, despite switching to different benches throughout the afternoon). I even have icky red splotches under my clothes, where the sun didn’t even hit! I spent all last night in that delirious heat-exhausted state between awake and sleep, lightheaded and vomitty.

I suppose it was worth it? I mean, I got to hang out with my friends, including my friend Nikol, who is one of my favourite people, and is moving to Yellowknife on Friday. I mean, I couldn’t have not spent time with her, since time is running out, and spending time indoors is so lame. And then, I missed my last bus home by 3 minutes, so I had two options 1) wait in the sun for 20 minutes for the next bus, or 2) walk home from the loop in the sun for 30 minutes, and get home 20 minutes earlier than if I had waited for the bus. I picked number 2, for obvious reasons, and also because… you know, exercise is nice. And I love vitamin D. And my iPod was playing good tunes. You know, all excellent trade-offs for being cooked from the inside.

I am a pathetic individual.