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All Over My Face
Current mood: weird
Category: Life

Believe it or not, I am a sad, pathetic little girl. I just realized that my self-control is at about one percent and it is dropping by the hour. You think I jest? I shall provide an example.

This little incident occurred just today. I had been browsing the library,a nd I had found some interesting books. I was in line to check them out when it happened.

He came out of an obscure back room. H e had a body like a tree; a particularly sickly tree. His face resembled a terribly mangled troll's. On top of all that, he wore specatcles, which added a ghastly absurdity to his face. To put it simply, he was extrordinarily ugly.

And I , with my lack of self-control, contorted my face into an expression of extreme disgust. Then abruptly I caught myself, and I began to wriggle my nose as if it were itching. Vigorously I pretended to rub the itch away hoping fervently the poor man hadn't seen.

People are always telling me that I cannot hide my emotions; they are written all over my face. It's one of my "little imperfections" I guess. It makes people say things to me like, "Why don't you pop that ugly zit? It's offensive!" just to see the look on my face.
It's moments like these that make me wish I could trade this "little imperfection" for the deepest of manly voices.