2005-05-24 - 8:36 p.m.
So I've been going tanning. It all started out innocently enough. One of Melissa's friends invited her to go along so she could get a free referral tan, and Melissa invited me, and I thought it would be one-time thing. But no, we got sucked into the crazy world of tanning. It went from the typical scary coffin bed to the stand up booth. Months later and many many dollars later, I'm no longer pale and all of my makeup makes me look like a mime. Who knew tanning was so complicated? There's all sorts of lotions you have to put on and you work your way up from lotions that make you tan better to lotions that make you look like you belong in a burn unit but your redness magically disappears into a tan 90 minutes later. I've invested a bunch of money into this, and it is nice not to look like Morticia Adams anymore, but when does it stop? WHEN DOES IT STOP? It'll probably stop June 9th, when my last summer class stops and I go back home for a few weeks. Then I can tan for free in the sun. Sure, I'll get tan lines, but since I pretty much dress like a Victorian grandmother, it makes very little difference.
Mostly I'm just angry because even the darker makeup I bought is too light now. For some reason I really hate buying makeup. I think because the actual product is so small in size and I feel like I'm paying too much. BUT NOTHING'S 2 MUCH 4 BEAUTY!!!!! And between my tan, my lazy college clothes, and my trashy blonde hair that I usually wear unfashionably tied-up, I look like Britney Spears. Yeah, I probably look pregnant too. All I need are some zits and a scummy looking husband.
Summer classes are a pain in the ass. They're easy, but they're soooo fucking long. Art History is 9 - 12:25, and Bio is supposed to be 1-5, but she lets us out around 3, thank God. But still, that's a long time to be sitting still in tiny desks which barely support my ass. Also, it's been really cold out, and the classrooms are both unusually cold, so it's torture. TORTURE I TELLS YA!
Plus the people in my Art History class are really stupid. I think I wandered into the BSI section or something. For example: the professor was showing us a wooden box made by Eskimos. And one girl goes "Now, when you say Box, do you mean, like, a box that like, opens up, and you put things in it?"
Yeah.
Or, when we were learning about ritual scarring. "What's the difference between scars and raised scars?" How did these people make it this far? This is part of why I hate school so much. Because it doesn't mean you're smart. I wonder if these people are smart in their majors. God, I hope so.
Plus, they ask the teacher to repeat everything like 8 times. Even if it's a long story that's completely irrelevant to anything.
AnYwAy!!
There is no anyway. Life is just going to class, studying briefly, and going to sleep. It's not a bad life, except for the class and studying briefly parts. But it will all be over soon, and I can do it all over again in France.
Am I the hugest pessimist in the world not to view going to France as a vacation?
Kelly: Man, I have a whole other month of school.
Mom: But it's in FRANCE!
Kelly: Yeah, but it's still school and I'm being graded for it.
Mom: IN FRANCE!!
Kelly: I'll probably have homework, too.
Mom: KELLY, YOU'RE GOING TO FRANCE!!
It's not like I'm dreading it, though. I guess I should be super-excited. In all the movies girls go to France and come back all sophisticated. Yeah, let me tell you right now that won't happen to me. I'm too self-conscious to ever have a truly good time. I'll be looking at the Eiffel Tower, but I won't take a picture of myself in front of it, not unless I lose 10 pounds between then and now. Here's another example of my pettiness: Nice, where I'm going, is really hot, so I'll have to dress accordingly, and I hate going in public in anything but a sweatshirt.
Well, I've been wanting to go to bed since about 8 this morning, but I have to study for a quiz first. And then, sleep, sweet sweet sleep. I'm glad I got this chance to update everyone on my tan and my poor self-esteem.
