Don't tell me my business, devil women.

[time4me]

Ok so today I was informed that tanning is bad for you. Seriously, I tan and you don't think I know that, also don't think that you are the first person ever to come up with this enlightened idea. I like the idea of looking slightly toasted, I am fine with the side effects, it is ok with me. The novelty of growing up is that you learn things and can for the most part take care yourself. But mostly don't think I haven't heard your soapbox speech before. Lots of things are bad for you. That bread will give you cancer, that chilli will give you heartburn, that chocolate bar, juice, lollypop will all give you diabetes, that burger and those fries will make you fat. And mostly that drinking will kill your brain cells and that smoking will just plain kill you. EVERYONE KNOWS! you are not helping anyone out with your self-proclaimed prophecies. So pipe down because as much as everyone knows they also don't care. Perhaps if it seemed liked you actually cared about my wellbeing I wouldn't be so defensive but that motivation was definately lacking in your act of self-righteousness. So I will tan until I think I'm done. I'll use all 70 minutes in 1 week if I feel like it, because that's one reason I'm happy to be on my own. I can do what I want and be responsible if I want. And if I get skin cancer I'll send you a postcard, but don't you tell me you told me because I've already been told by more people than just you.

In other news, my homework has a sneaky habit of coming up behind me and startling me greatly, MATH 113 you will be the end of me!