My skin is pink and sunkissed. I absolutely love it. I just layed out with my dearest Sugar Pop, one of the nicest girls I know and certainly one of the most fun. Our shenanigans have gotten slightly out of hand lately, what with raves and me being a part of her GoGo Dancing troupe. But with summer bearing down on us and our cruise looming ahead, I feel the hurricane that is Sugar Pop and I will only gain speed and will DESTROY WORLDS.
This brings me to my point. Everybody has their favorite summer (or time, I guess. I won't presume to pigeon hole anyone's favorite memories to summer alone). The smell of chlorine and sweat mixed with tanning lotion. The sun cooking anything and everything, true to Texas form. These are the things I remember as a kid. It's morphed, somewhat, into planning around trips to the Caribbean and class. But my life now is so vastly different from anything I could have ever imagined for myself.
After classes, I have a Mike's Harder and lay by the pool. After work I have a purple margarita and lay by the river. After the week I have a bloody mary and float the river. I pop downtown Austin for a quick drink or dinner. I drive to San Marcos to see a movie. I wander the streets of Austin with Sugar Pop, I go to raves, I get backstage, I get bottle service. I cook dinner for my loved ones, I go home for the holidays. I go to school and work, I call my mom every other day. I go to SXSW, I go to South Padre for Spring Break.
Every day I live my life and I validate myself as a human being. I'm carving out the woman I want to be when I die. I'm enjoying every moment I possibly can because that's what life is. That's what growing up is. And, in case you hadn't noticed, that's what college is! I'm blindingly proud of myself and what I've achieved. My choices and my decisions have brought me to where I am. The people I've brought into my life, the people that have brought me in to theirs.
I am lucky and blessed enough to be extremely happy with my life and what I've made of myself. I hope to God you are too.
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