Tanning

Tanning has got to be one of the weirdest things. Well, tanning in a tanning bed is a weird experience at least. I mean, you just get all naked - or mostly naked - and you're just surrounded by all these lights which make crinkling noises. Lying in there, I'm always worried that the glass I'm laying on is going to break and oh, if I landed on those lights! It's a scary thought! And unless you close your eyes or stare off to the side, you just stare up into the face tanner and see your alien-eyed face looking back at you. It definitely does not boost your self esteem.
I went tanning tonight, and though it wasn't the first time I had done it, it still felt odd, very odd. I remember the first time that I did it, I felt really strange about it. When I got done, I felt as though I had just done something very wrong and dirty. Walking out of the tanning room, I felt shy and embarrassed and just did not want to face my friend Jay who works at the video place where I have tanned.
One thing I do like about tanning though is just having the radio on. I hardly ever listen to the radio for the cd player in my car broke and my brother Erik had to remove the main power supply to the cd player and if I'm in my room, I listen to a cd. At work, the radio there won't play my favorite station and the girls I work with always have it on the shit pop station. Up at the video place when someone is tanning, you can usually hear pop or country music blasting through the store, but when I get in there, I blast the oldies! There's nothing better than tanning to the Everly Brothers or The Mammas and the Papas.