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Ever wonder what a person's back would look like if it were the color of a tomato? Well, it'd look like the color of a tomato, even ask my favorite  naughty spy, who apparently had peeked whilst I was in the shower. Ever wonder what it'd feel like? For those that touch the back of someone else, it probably feels just like normal skin. For those that have the back getting touched, it's very painful. And yes, I can now say I know this from experience, but I'd much rather not because, well, it's painful.Now I wonder why it took my arms an average of nine hours of exposure to direct sunlight a day for five days straight to burn, yet it only took my back four hours of exposure to have an even worse burn than my arms. For those of you that aren't good at math, that'd be forty-five hours for my arms, but only four for my back. If you ask me, that does not add up. Sadly though, my neck is more painful right now - which isn't good for a person that pops their neck. This burn doesn't make me too happy, but I guess that's what you get for working outdoors in seventy-some degree weather with perfectly clear skies and no shirt. On a lighter note, if this burn does the same as the last, then the farmers' tan that the last burn had turned into will finally be gone, and not because it simply faded, but because I have even more tan. That makes me happy.. I don't like being really white. On a sidenote to my sheepy researching majesty:Though I know I have just recently told you that adulthood had started to quit being so enjoyable, I have found that the enjoyment factor is picking back up again. I don't really know why or how though. I think it has a lot to do with recent changes in my interpersonal relationships, though. I had a realization the other day. I think it was last Saturday. I am eighteen years old. Man I wish my allergies would stop.. my Eighteen. I've been eighteen for two months, and it just now hits me. I've had a job that requires me to be at least eighteen for two months, and my age just now hits me. What has also just now come, is the fact that many adults I know and talk to on a semi-regular to regular basis with have finally began treating me like an adult. They don't assume I know nothing, or very little about anything, anymore. They actually have intelligent conversations with me about things other than "Hi. How are you? What have you been up to lately? Oh, that's good. Bye." These changes have made me happy. For those of you who don't know, I am Christian. In fact, I was just baptized last August. The cool part, other than the religious/life/faith value, is the fact that it was done in an actual river. The funny part is the fact that I lost my footing as I was put under, so I almost completely fell in. My job has also done so much more for me than just teach me how to waterproof decks and give me $8/hour, especially in my faith. Through this job, I have been able to get a much closer look than before about how buildings (residential and commercial) are constructed, and how all these little things have to fit together so precisely in order for the final product to be a good final product. My boss, Billy, has also giving me much insight as to what faith really is and means, and what it means to have an ongoing personal relationship with God. I've also found that since I've gotten this job, I have began to pray a lot more than I used to, which is a good thing, as i used to not pray as much as I probably should have, nor do I now. But it's something I've been working on, especially with the more long-term goal of living a more Christ-like life. Jesus Freak has also helped me in my walk, in her own special Nani-like ways.I told Jenn that I'd have some more fun stuff for her today, so I'm going to hop back to it for a little bit. Hopefully I'll reach the end soon.Only a few of you will really understand the subject of this entry. More to come later.
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