Starting Out

Well this is the trial run of my new blog. Don't I feel so cool? Try not, but we'll go with it anyway:
It's finally summer after a very long spring semester at school, let's call it U. U during the spring is unbelievable with all the gardens and grounds that just seem to pop up right when we thought the snow would never leave. But it did and it created a whole new atmosphere: students playing frisbee and tightrope out in the Mall, spring fashion, the keggers (outside! wow, really?) and of course the finals.
Welcome, my new snazzy sunglass wear, how I love and missed you dearly during the grueling months of winter. That's right. The sun has finally come out and it was amazing during the month of April and even into May. I swear, we had better weather up at U than we did, let's call it the Fork. Then all of us, so-called students, herded ourselves back here to the Fork and said Tri-Town area to have a little fun in the sun with of course, the major necessities.
The best, Zesty Girl and I have been hanging out constantly, of course when I'm not hanging out with the completely psychotic duo, Biker Chick and Bookworm, and occasionally Army Boy who is back home for the long duration of 30 days. What a vaca. The same problems have already arisen and have been brought to my attention, within the time-span of my unpacking. Job, job, job, money, money, money! And what else? Oh how a summer wouldn't be without the delectable temptation of boys. You might call me shallow, or just a plain whore (as said frequently by Biker and Bookie), but I have a problem, it's called loneliness and the whole sleeping alone thing, not my favorite, so I use what I've got to prevent this slight complication. With this whole selection, there has to be certain categories to maximize the boy potential, no matter the location.

U: Radioshack, Golfer Gofer, Board Rider, Track Star, and who can forget Number 9.
Fork: Disturbed Boy, Engineer, Soccer Slut, and what the heck, we'll include Army Boy.

Of course these are not all conquests, it is just a simple classification of who to go to and who knows what I want from them when I do so. Some, obviously, are not that quick on the uptake. Being home for almost a month, and only two make-outs. That's why I love summer. I thought I declared this a boy-free summer when I was wishing Burton Babe a Happy Birthday? Well, it still is, it's just going to be boy-filled yet with no regrets. Like the whole no caring thing? I thought it was a good idea, considering the track record from this past spring semester?

Board Rider: No Relationship (bzzt, excuse me, fb relationship status = NOT single)
Shaggy: Be Mine but my Ex (who's dumped me 7 times) wants me back.
Track Star: You You You, eh, peace out!

Rough semester. The one time when it feels great to be in an actual relationship long than 7 minutes, and every boy has the Not-Enough-Different-Tail Syndrome. Stupid boys. But I digress, the whole caring thing, or lack-there-of seems to be the new route for me and I can see a successful care-free summer ahead. But I digress again, that is enough of boys, they should only be able to take up so many lines in a blog, I really don't think they are that important. They only are the sole purpose to reproduction. Duh. I can't see why no one else has figured this out yet. Kidding.

Summer Log:
Three Days of Sun,Fun, and Boy?
Went down to see the most famous rock on the Upper East Side with Soccer Slut, his best with gf in tow (sad for me) but was this an action-less restful vaca away from the vaca? I think not. If the nights were not hot enough, Soccer Slut made it even hotter and I never knew sweat could be so hot. Pardon my lack of terminology. Three days of relaxation and two nights of amazingness. Swimming, tanning, rope swing, windsurfing boards, bathing suit dress code 24/7. Too bad it went by so fast and now work beckons me.

Random Sighting of the Day:
Some of King's old buddies, Woodland Crew, came to visit and will be staying here for the duration of their son's knee replacement surgery. Ow? Just thinking of that makes my knees hurt. Note to self: Ask for LOADS of meds.

Signing off for now. Curtain close. And good night. :)