"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

Monday, January 19, 2009

Embarrassing.

So although I'm not actually an albino, I tend to be rather pale. Very pale, really. Albino-esque, but with very dark hair.

There's literally nothing I can do to combat the translucence. I can't go tanning [cancer, anyone?] and I refuse to resort to spray tan or tanning lotion, because they turn me orange.

As a result, I sit back and watch myself get paler and paler with each passing day.

Now the embarrassing part:

Yesterday Pinks painted my fingernails for me. I can't have bright colors because of work, so I found the lightest pink possible.

The funny part? I thought, for just a minute, that it made my hands look tan. By contrast, obviously. The lighting in her room gave me a subtle glow... But in real light?

Nope. It's the same color as me. Pale, pale, pale, pale pink.

Embarrassing.

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