Today, I decided to get my vitamin BIG D—from the light coming from our truly gorgeous Mrs. Sun. It's been quiet some time that I myself willingly let myself be bath by the light shine upon to the human civilization. My very very veeeryyyyy pale skin can't fathom how this feeling is. The redness of my skin is the evidence of my own betrayal and the sweat oozing from my skin is the bitter tears that shows how madness my actions are.
Mimi suddenly pull me under the umbrella that she have and scold me nonstop like I just did an unthinkable things.
"You're pretty stubborn for a person who refused to put sunscreen like it's an abominable thing human ever invented."
I try to get out from her grip and let myself be soaked again by the sinful D vitamin Mrs. Sun can provide but Mimi have a strong grip like a CHILD —it is horrifying. I just raise my white flag and walk inside the university under the protection of Mimi's holy umbrella. I try to touch my skin with the butt of my cold water bottle to tone down my tomatoes' skin but nothing really happen, it only makes my skin so moist and wet. Yucky to the eww
"Are you finished with Mr. Roy's Database project? I am sure I was having an eye tick last night on how focus I was on my laptop's screen. I am pretty sure my bloodshot eyes are the precious price I only get from this project."
I shake-nod my head to answer her that NO—I am not finished with THAT project because in fact, I haven't even started yet, and YES—her eyes are giving are you high or something? I don't know if she understood my lazy response but who really cares? My burning skin? NO. The cat that was humping our college dean? Ehhh probably NOT. I don't really think that the overly PDA couple I always noticed care about stuff like what Mimi is yapping all about. Nobody really care, maybe except Mr. Roy's villainy smiling grading system.
"I was having trouble with the code for the submitting button. It was driving me crazy how many warnings I encountered last night. It was WARNING me nonstop about an error on line six and nine. I checked it multiple times with my almost crossed eyes and I can't find what is the error! Who really give a flying biscuity bit on the mini tidy bitty period that I forgot to put on my code? Apparently the ...."
Mimi's voice just evaporate on the wind and my attention is now on the cute guy who was sitting on one of the chairs in our department's student lounge. Kinda cute kinda cool kinda my type. I was happily secretly ogling him when suddenly a FEMALE person walk toward the guy and cutely shyly arghhhh kiss the guy on the nose. Nevermind. Straight guy is a capital X, NO, NEVER,OUTSIDE LANE for me.
"Because you know—he's always secretly not really secret because I always see him taking a quick glance at you. Which is creepy like hello? You have two legs with a feet just approach you and say hi or something." I look at Mimi because I did not really follow where in the body of her story are we.
"H-h-here this will will cool down your skin Sam." Tristan then awkwardly walk away after he gave me a towel I guess with an ice inside? I don't have a time to say thank you because Mimi is now aggressively applying sunscreen on my face which makes me frown.
