Eau de Sunscreen
I spent most of the winter scented of various BBW products: honey, wild indigo, winter candy apple, et cetera. Well, no more folks. I can slather on as much stuff as I want to at night, but during the day I am doomed to smell like... sunscreen.
You see, unlike some, I don't tan. At least not much. I have accepted that I am going to go through life looking like Casper. I have learned to live with this and don't even try. I take comfort in the fact that I, (unlike my sisters who go and bake in the tanning bed, which is why I look so freaking pale here) am not going to get skin cancer. This benefit is negated, however, by the fact that even walking around campus all day makes me look like this.
My daily routine now must consist of: 1. stumbling out of bed to turn off the alarm. 2. Hitting my head on the loft as I go back to bed. 3. Doing this 3 or 4 times. 4. Shoveling in some Chocolate Lucky Charms and getting dressed. Or not. 5. Putting on sunscreen. 6. Putting my contacts in (must remember to do this after the sunscreen). 7. Shuffling off to another day of searing Southern sun. Alas, I am doomed to 8 months of negating all BBW has to offer with a big glob of sunscreen.