I
AM
SO
BORED.

Today, and yesterday in fact, I didn't do anything except sit on my fat arse all day and lament my non interesting life. I would have gone swimming, but I'm still peeling in a most disgusting manner from the sunburn I acquired on holiday. And something about peeling skin really creeps me out. I know it doesn't hurt to 'clean it up', as my mother puts it, but I still just don't like the though of it. Which explains why I snapped at her when she started trying to pull away big dead chunks of my flesh, which led to her giving me the condescending my-daughter-is-just-such-a-hormonal-teenager smile and saying, 'You know, you've been a bit grumpy recently.'

Which of course made me angrier, so I had to retire to my room to calm damn before I smacked her right in her silly face.

Grr.

I'm feeling better now at least, having spent the afternoon writing a nonsensical letter to Leila, who is camping in the ridiculous location of the Hebrides. Also, playing pokemon, though I should really keep that quiet.

Hopefully I'll be able to go swimming tomorrow, which will fill up a nice lump of the day. Why is it that I look so forward to the holiday only to wallow in boredom?