I want to start writing in this diary every day again, like I used to. I seem to go through phases. Let's see how long this one lasts.

Currently I am recovering from a very painful sun burn. Last weekend we rented a lake house in the Dells with a bunch of Luke's friends. So it was me... and 7 other guys, I think 9 at one point. For pretty much the entire time they complained that there were no girls there. I couldn't help but feel a little jaded by that remark, since I am indeed female. But of course by girls they mean: "single and attractive booty." And then I got the feeling that they all blamed me for the lack of females, since I'm supposed to bring all my single friends with me. But it so happened that I have 3 good female friends, one of which is in a serious relationship, the other two unable to get off work.

So there you go - sorry boys. But in order to get girls you have to put some effort into it and not expect them to fall out of the sky. Just strike up a conversation - we can usually be found at bars and fun places... hell, we make up 51% of the planet so you are bound to run into us somewhere.

Anyway, I was talking about my sunburn. It was really bad. But I was the one to blame for spending the day at a waterpark with no sunscreen. It was a very painful experience and I will never be so foolish again. My body felt like a huge scab. And now I'm peeling. And peeling, and peeling away. I try not to peel myself, but it gets so damn addicting. I keep doing it while I write this entry.

I have some other stuff I want to write about, but I will save it for another entry. It's too interesting, I think, to be messed into this one. It's about sex and dreams, in case you are wondering, although you probably weren't.