"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Friday, June 15, 2007

Before I Go...

Before I run off to that bonfire, I'd like to tell the world the most exciting words I thought I'd ever say.

I. Am. TAN.

For the first time in probably ten years, I am becoming a slight shade of brown. I am tan. God, it feels so good to say. To type, whatever.

And I'm not cheating my way through, either--this is a real, natural, skin-cancer-prone tan. I couldn't be more happy.

Quit laughing. If you were half albino [and the other half elf], you'd be grateful too.

Arty is [reminiscent of a golden marshmallow, and] OUT. :D
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