anything to not study.
So I was packing up my room and found this buried deep in my sock drawer… I did have dreams of swimming around in a pool in France, or paddling in the sea. But my recent fears of my white, white, snow, paper, raw chicken paleness could prevent this. Coupled with THIS, pictured below, i really don’t think the coupling of pale skin and anything that would show a lot of pale skin and is going to work.
Yes, it screams, “Don’t try!!!” doesn’t it. Especially amidst a population of beautifully tanned, delicate, French girls who have that natual glow/pretty thing. Like this…
Unless I fill a vat with brown tanning oil and heedlessly fling myself into it and then sculpt myself a prominent rib cage, pelvic bone outlines and all the rest of it, I really stand very little chance, as you’ll see, here’s a picture of me taken this morning:
(lol!)
But all is not lost. Being mildly satisfied with my God given bodily upper half, I may venture with the above upper piece of the set and couple with it shorts. Maybe blue ones. So that is a possibility. There might be an empty beach where this could be experimented. Or, my final Plan C is this happy, most likely, option…
A stylish, giant, body swamping, suit! The face on this guy looks like he’s really enjoying it too.
thea-tar, dahling
Nearly finished second year, 3 more exams left then DONE. Packing up my room this Wednesday because Thursday will be busy with study, 2 final exams, then evening celebrations. Can’t pack Friday morning before my dad picks me up because I will need this time to recover from Thursday celebrations. Friday I just want everythign in bags ready to be carried down3 flights of stairs. I’m only on the second floor so it shouldn’t be too hard. Then France on Saturday. Should be back after 2 and a bit weeks. I’m excited to go, sort of. But the French lack everything… good department stores, good stores in general (it’s all supermarkets), they lack sincere manners, internet, amenities… I dunno. They eat bread for breakfast. Bread bread bread and coffee. I don’t mind bread-based foods for breakfast, but maybe once a week I want bacon. Not their only variation: cold ham. Ew.
And I haven’t been there in 2ish years, but I bet they still don’t have Subway. It’s all McDonalds for some reason and no other chain whatsoever.
Anyways, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, is coming out this summer. Actually very excited about this. I went to see Star Trek last week and a preview for it came on during the commercials and I got that child-at-christmas type excitement. I’d love to see it in an empty cinema theatre so there won’t be any 5 year olds around me – who didn’t even exist when most of the books were printed anyway and are too young to even read them now – leaning forward on their seats or worse – standing – and/or tapping their mothers and asking questions, or how badly they need to pee, or Jake spilt his drink, or what have you.
Sometimes it’s 1 adult to 8 kids… as in 1 adult has her/his own children with them, plus their children’s friends so the 1 adult is swamped with more children than they can really take care of. And when you get behind this anarchical flock in the line for tickets/food, they have to take 8 orders, plus their own, plus 9 tickets. Then shepherd everyone into the theatre and struggles to find 9 consecutive seats all in one row, so the troop has to be divided into sub-flock groups of three, and they’re dispursed to all four corners of the theatre. It does happen.
