Operators are standing by

Okay, so I’m supposed to be reading the Dos Passos book — and I am, kind of.  I read (and even enjoyed) about 75 of its 1000 pages before “taking a break” with this bit of cheesy summer chick-lit pleasure.

Even though I am more broke than I have ever been before in my life (even more than when I thought a $1-a-week-allowance was huge) and I am working a thousand hours a week (or maybe closer to 60) and I am finally understanding what Angi meant when she talked about staring into the abyss of life after graduation and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, I am determined to enjoy my summer.  What can I say, I like a challenge.

After being terrified by my own Casper-white reflection every morning for the past week, I set out on Saturday with a goal in mind.  That goal: get a tan.  Or a burn.  Or even some freckles – anything to break up the scary-pale look that causes others to go blind if they look directly at me in the sunlight.  Normally, I’m anti-tan, pro-sunscreen, but I got tired of looking like the female brunette version of Conan O’Brien.  So I spent a few hours outdoors – sitting at Caribou, walking around the Gardens, and paddleboating – and bam!  Thanks to the ongoing fight in my genetics between my mother’s Irish-whiteness and my father’s “where the hell did this come from” shade, I’m much less scary (looking) in the morning now.

One response

  1. The Abyss isn’t so bad once you get used to it, I promise.  And you DO NOT look like Conan O’Brien.  By the by, check your facebook if you haven’t already.  Do you have Sunday off?!?!?!?

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