Ouch charley

I sunburned my lips. Scratch that. I fucking sunburned my lips. There, that has the right amount of umph to it. Because of this issue i have encountered, i have recently taken notice at just how important lips are. Now, originally i saw lips as simply a sexual tool, which is one of their many great purposes. However it seems that lips are also important for the following: eating (fuck), drinking (damnit), breathing (meh), talking (uh oh). And for the not so lip-savvy like myself, let me give you ample warning of things sunburned lips do not respond well to: pineapple, alcohol, listerine, balsamic vinaigrette, rachel.
Aside from my excessive pain, today has been yet another day. I went to a fencing club meeting, and stuck out like a sore... [insert fencing term here]. On the up side, i did learn a lot about fencing. On the down side, i did learn a lot about fencing. This can just be another tally added to my obnoxiously pretentious club meetings that i have, and will be going to. So far i have sailing and fencing under my belt, both of which were inspired by other people, but neither of which was i hesitant to attend.
I still don't like the phone. I'm convinced it's the government's way to keep tabs on me. I'm also ridiculously self involved. Also, i think i've developed a physical reaction to speaking on the phone, or skype for that matter. Extreme discomfort is a medical condition, right? Now i have the heart-wrenching decision to make between finishing my spanish homework, or watching Dexter on netflix and living vicariously through a serial killer. The latter it is then.