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tiltingheartand) wrote2010-06-28 12:35 am
tiltingheartand) wrote2010-06-28 12:35 am
i am making zq's face on the inside.
The city where I live had a summer festival sort of thing yesterday and the day before (technically it was Community Days, but that's not really descriptive at all). We didn't actually go, but last night we heard fireworks going off at ten-ish, so we decided we'd go outside and watch from in front of our apartment building.
We were outside for, at the absolute most, fifteen minutes.
As of right now I have four mosquito bites: two on my upper right arm, one about two inches below the back of my left knee, and one on the right side of my left foot. (I should probably note, here, that I was wearing pajama pants. And socks. That means that the skin was covered up for each of the second two bites.)
So, whatever, I do my best not to itch and ask my mom to put calamine lotion on me, because hello super-awkward locations. It's fine. (And I laughed and said "ah, the smell of my childhood" last night; my mother has a story she likes to tell about when I was a baby and we went to the beach, and she put bug spray everywhere on me but the bottoms of my feet, which apparently got bitten all to hell. This is part of the reason I don't go out much.)
Until tonight, when I realized that the stuff I'd gotten from my grandmother was wearing off, and everything was starting to itch, so I went to go grab another one, pulled my arm up so I could apply, and my mom happened to catch sight and freak out because apparently it had gotten bigger since last night.
And then we measured it.
It's, okay, it's vaguely circular, inasmuch as a gigantic insect bite can be circular. It's also fucking two inches by two inches. (And, note: I don't know how big it was yesterday, or even this afternoon, but I am absolutely positive that it was not that goddamn big.)
So, uh. I'm somewhat worried.
We were outside for, at the absolute most, fifteen minutes.
As of right now I have four mosquito bites: two on my upper right arm, one about two inches below the back of my left knee, and one on the right side of my left foot. (I should probably note, here, that I was wearing pajama pants. And socks. That means that the skin was covered up for each of the second two bites.)
So, whatever, I do my best not to itch and ask my mom to put calamine lotion on me, because hello super-awkward locations. It's fine. (And I laughed and said "ah, the smell of my childhood" last night; my mother has a story she likes to tell about when I was a baby and we went to the beach, and she put bug spray everywhere on me but the bottoms of my feet, which apparently got bitten all to hell. This is part of the reason I don't go out much.)
Until tonight, when I realized that the stuff I'd gotten from my grandmother was wearing off, and everything was starting to itch, so I went to go grab another one, pulled my arm up so I could apply, and my mom happened to catch sight and freak out because apparently it had gotten bigger since last night.
And then we measured it.
It's, okay, it's vaguely circular, inasmuch as a gigantic insect bite can be circular. It's also fucking two inches by two inches. (And, note: I don't know how big it was yesterday, or even this afternoon, but I am absolutely positive that it was not that goddamn big.)
So, uh. I'm somewhat worried.
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We have a cute news article from my dad's local paper from when he was about twelve wherein he declared himself the mosquito bite champion of the city or something like that. They just kept on biting.
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