I am SO JAZZED right now, because today was my LAST DAY OF FINALS and I’m DONE AND STUFF. I have graded (for the class I TA), I have written, I have re-written, I have read, I have slept (LOLZ), and gotten up and done it all again. And now, SUMMATIME AND THE LIVING IS EASY/TIME FOR MY INTERNSHIP!!
But I do plan to take advantage of this marvelous thing called Summer in Madison, so I’ve made a bucket list, if you will, of activities I want to do:
Be active! Do the things! It’s the Midwest, people, let’s take advantage of the time when we can do fun activities outside without the possibility of frostbite. Personally, I have joined an ultimate Frisbee league, and it is going to be comical how out of shape I am since, IDK, I haven’t been allowed to run or even make enthusiastic movements for the past five months. I kind of wish I had an inhaler, because it will make my wheezing more #legit.
Try not to look burnt, or dead(ly pale). Time to catch some rays y’all! Which basically means: there will be some point this summer when all my skin peels and then flakes off, Voldemort-in-Dealthy-Hollows-Part-II style. Always attractive. But it’s either that or look as pasty-dead pale as I was for Cacia and Sam’s wedding last summer, when I was like a week off the plane from China. I look at those pictures and am literally haunted by Ghost Lisa.
Summer reading is the best reading. Since the semester is over, I FINALLY HAVE TIME TO READ WHAT I WANTTTT! First up: Dead Wake by Erik Larson, Modern Love by Aziz Ansari, and ROOM by Emma Donahue. I am also always open to suggestions (Hint, hint.) Also, I feel like the concept of summer “beach reading” gives me permission to read totally vapid things, and I will take full advantage of this.
It’s girly alcohol time. For people like me, wintertime is a sad wasteland of beer and wine, both of which are gross. But now it’s time for margaritas and mojitos, and my great aunt Carol’s famous brandy slush. Savor this. Drink responsibly. By which I mean, don’t be stupid, but also, make sure any/all margaritas have a FULL RIM of salt. Skimping on the salt is the #1 way to make yourself my mortal enemy.
Play at least one game of badminton with your family. I highly recommend this. The worse they are at playing badminton, the better. I can’t express how hilarious it is to play badminton with my family. First of all, we are so bad that we play “volleyball” rules, i.e., each team can hit it three times to get it over the net. Second, over the years we have created a canon of badminton quotes/victory dances, which adds a lot to the experience. Mostly it adds distraction and delays. If you are at all serious about badminton (but I mean, like, what kind of person is serious about badminton?), I can guarantee you would hate all of us by the end of the game.
That’s all for now folks! To SUMMER!
BUT FIRST – to party with my seesters/mom in Chicago for the weekend. LATER GATORS.