Ah, winter. The only season where my paleness does not destroy the retinae of the poor soul that happened to glance in my direction. Curse golden skin people.
I have recently been messing with Picnik, mainly for vain reasons. Wonderful program, if you haven't checked it out. Anyways, they have seasonal edits. For Christmas, they have an effect called "winterize". The effect is supposed to make one icy pale. It made me tanner. This is how sad my lack of melanin is. One question: how. In what universe would a paling effect make someone tan? As I roll my eyes, we move on.
And what we move on to.....I haven't the slightest notion in my noggin. One cannot mask the abhorred predicament that is writer's block. I am at school as I type this little distraction, waiting for my friend to finish up. Waiting is, in my mind, a fate worse than death. Far worse. Because, you see, when one is dead, one never has to wait for anything ever again. All the "waiting" time is over. Wow, that sounded morbid. Well, see y'all later!!!
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