You look fine

I just reread my previous post and god I sound silly as hell. But really, though, it doesn't explain what a heartache is.

I went swimming with my brother and thirteen year old cousin, at my aunt's - sorta - pool. We reached at about one thirty in the afternoon, swam until six twenty, which explains my burnt and red skin at the moment. It doesn't help either, that it hurts everytime I wanna rub my nose or wrinkle my forehead when frustrated at someone. I wish Blogger has these I-will-correct-your-grammar-if-you're-wrong systems. I also realised yesterday that my brother is disgusting, not like gross kinda disguisting ('cause I've obviously noticed that already) but like a disgusting personality, I look at him with shame kinda way. Except it's not as cliche as I make it sound. Lol.

Besides that, there has been nothing interesting, unless you can consider being called Maid Rina as interesting. Oh, wait. There has. Archello and Minecraft Dude came over 2 days ago to do some claying. It had been so long since I've done so, and it reminds me how I was so artistic last time. We only did like one hour of it, spent 10 minutes deciding on who'd buy the stuff Archello needed, 30 minutes playing Team Fortress 2 (Minecraft Dude enjoys TEAM FORTRESS. BAM!), 10 minutes deciding on what food to buy, 20 minutes deciding on what movie to watch, around an hour watching-not really It's Kind Of A Funny Story.