Summer

Winter is becoming tortuous. I appreciated the few first crisp, cold days we had and the handful of nice snowfalls, but it's old now. It is perpetually cold and wet and ghastly outdoors, and I'm becoming quite tired of it. And since all I do is complain and state my unwanted opinion and because this is, after all, a BLOG, I have composed a list of rather cliche things I personally am looking forward to this summer:

1. BEING TAN. There is not a whole lot in the cosmetic realm that I am interested in. But I love a good, solid tan. A real tan, one that makes me brown and glowing - not a fake, orange tanning bed tan. A tan is like a warm, comfortable second skin that you only get to put on for three glorious months. Ugh, I just want one.

2. GRILLING. Mmm, the grill. Hot dogs, shish kabobs, steak, scallops, Cuban burgers, ribs.

3. DRIVING WITH THE WINDOWS DOWN AND THE MOONROOF OPEN BLASTING DONNA SUMMER. Yum. German Lightening and I totally rock out in the summer.

4. NO SCHOOL. Clearly. Not that I do much schoolwork anyway, but it would be nice to be rid of this inconvenience.

5. DRIVING IN A BIKINI. You know what? I love this. I know it's trashy, but it is so freeing. You should really try it sometime, especially if you're male.

6. THE RENAISSANCE FESTIVAL. So humorous.

7. FLIP FLOPS AND BARE FEET. I'm not a fan of socks. Feeling them on my feet isn't so bad, but I absolutely cannot stand to find them in a drawer, pull them out of their little roll and waste two minutes of my life bunching them onto my feet. Thus, flip flops and bare feet.

8. CRICKETS. If I could have a soundtrack to my life, it would would be comprised of crickets chirping. Well, and lots of classic rock and 90's dance music. But mostly crickets.

9. WIFE BEATERS. They're not just for white trash. You have to learn to rock the beater. It's everything. It can be disgustingly grungy, but throw on a clean one, some jeans and fun jewelry and it can be borderline chic.

10. BASEMENTS. Whenever it would get unbearably hot in the summer, my sisters and I would go to the basement and lie on the cool, cement floor. Ah. And then we'd torture our Barbies.

11. S'MORES. I ate 15 once.

12. BEING IN WATER. All day until I'm wrinkly.

13. THE ICE CREAM TRUCK. And the creepy, toothless lady who drives the one in our neighborhood at like 45 mph. It plays "Turkey in the Straw".

15. CAMP. Duh.

16. GIANT OSCILLATING FANS.

17. THUNDERSTORMS. Preferably violent ones that turn the sky red and cause it to pour warm, horizontal rain.

18. PINA COLADAS. My dad makes great ones.