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I don't know what it is about summer and beer, but I have found that the combination has been truly fabulous over the past few weeks.
Now that we're officially in the dog days of summer, I find my consciousness of the fact that it is summer to be emblazoned in the forefront of my mind. I'm almost having too much fun for comfort's sake. And yes, fuck this heat (it has been 111 in the Dub C for the past two days), but all I keep remembering is how fucking miserable I was when it was cold...and how dry and dehydrated my skin was, and how many layers of clothing I had to adorn myself with. My ghastly pallor has pinkened (<--- I think I'll have to talk to Webster's about that one), but it is quite a small sacrifice for the rush I've been getting from basking in the sun. Really. There's a reason why people become addicted to tanning. I fucking hate tans/tanning, but mmmmm...it feels so good to soak up sun. Try it sometime. As you're laying out in the sun, just as you think you're going to die of heat-stroke, you'll feel what I speak of. It's delightful.
That being said, I realized that I am a complete and utter hedonist. More so in the past month than I was in the past, and I love it. I deserve it, and I need it. I'm going to have to cut back on many aspects of my social life once school starts.
Speaking of school, I'm finally excited now. In fact, the only reason why I'm finally excited at this point (so close) is because I think the reality of it all has finally set in three months after having been accepted. I only have 12 English courses to take in order to satisfy my major requirements, which leaves me with quite a few classes to take that are entirely up to my discretion. So I've decided to go ahead with a minor in art history. About a month ago I was leaning towards minoring in journalism for practicality's sake, but a minor in journalism from Cal does not exist, so this won't be happening. So I'm oping for a useless minor for fun and potentially engaging, intoxicated discussions for whatever parties I may attend in the future.
Yep.
Now that we're officially in the dog days of summer, I find my consciousness of the fact that it is summer to be emblazoned in the forefront of my mind. I'm almost having too much fun for comfort's sake. And yes, fuck this heat (it has been 111 in the Dub C for the past two days), but all I keep remembering is how fucking miserable I was when it was cold...and how dry and dehydrated my skin was, and how many layers of clothing I had to adorn myself with. My ghastly pallor has pinkened (<--- I think I'll have to talk to Webster's about that one), but it is quite a small sacrifice for the rush I've been getting from basking in the sun. Really. There's a reason why people become addicted to tanning. I fucking hate tans/tanning, but mmmmm...it feels so good to soak up sun. Try it sometime. As you're laying out in the sun, just as you think you're going to die of heat-stroke, you'll feel what I speak of. It's delightful.
That being said, I realized that I am a complete and utter hedonist. More so in the past month than I was in the past, and I love it. I deserve it, and I need it. I'm going to have to cut back on many aspects of my social life once school starts.
Speaking of school, I'm finally excited now. In fact, the only reason why I'm finally excited at this point (so close) is because I think the reality of it all has finally set in three months after having been accepted. I only have 12 English courses to take in order to satisfy my major requirements, which leaves me with quite a few classes to take that are entirely up to my discretion. So I've decided to go ahead with a minor in art history. About a month ago I was leaning towards minoring in journalism for practicality's sake, but a minor in journalism from Cal does not exist, so this won't be happening. So I'm oping for a useless minor for fun and potentially engaging, intoxicated discussions for whatever parties I may attend in the future.
Yep.