After Art History class about... a week ago, Stacey, Justin and I were standing and talking outside the classroom. Halfway through the hour-and-a-half-long conversation, Justin says, "why the hell are we standing in the sun?" So we move.
That evening, I'm about to take a shower, and I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look my normal, slightly dumpy self, right? Wrong. I have HALF of a Fucking Farmer's Tan. Apparently I was standing in the sun at the most optimum level to get the most ugly tan the sun has ever graced upon man.
Besides getting a penis tanned on your back because your friend decided to play with some sunscreen, but yeah.
And you all know me-- I sit in front of my computer, go to class, sit in front of my computer, get some food, sit in front of my computer, maybe call some friends, sit in front of my computer, and sleep three feet away! How long am I going to have Half A Fucking Farmer's Tan? All winter? For the next decade?
No, my friends, I will prevail, and go to the beach, for once in, oh, two years. Now THAT'S a plan. Let me just pat myself on the back here...
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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