brunettes not fighter jets

This month I have also given up Celebrity Gossip.

That means a major ix-nay on oh no they didn’t.

I’m hoping that I get so out of the loop that I won’t care to catch up…Hmm, we shall see!

I have given up on being tan.

This may seem like something silly, however up until this point I have been a steadfast believer in the bronzed goddess theory.  What is said theory you ask?  It’s basic message is that if you are pale, white, creamy, even powder-esque, you are unsexy, pasty, ugly.  What you should look like is a Brazilian clomping down the runway with your tawny hide glistening in a barely there teeny weiny bikini.

I have long yearned for the sunkissed look to materialize on my skin, for freckles to appear on my nose, for tan lines to crisscross my back.  Alas, it was never to be.  I’m not incredibly light skinned, but no matter how hard I try at the beach, I just can’t get myself to lay there long enough to get any color.  In fact, as I lie there, all I see is crow’s feet, crepey, wrinkly decolletage and the biggest scorcher of them all:  da skin cancaaaah!

So, I’ve put away the baby oil (shhh), boxed up my Neutrogena, and slapped a big ole straw hat on my head.  Sorry Gisele, this Swede is going to have to remain the color of skim milk, regardless of how sexy your tanned long limbs appear to be.

As of today I have lived in Boston for a year full-time.  Yes, there have been trips back to NY to see my parents, but they’ve been short visits and not extended stays.

It feels odd that I now refer to New England as ‘home’ while my family house is ‘my parent’s place’.

I’m back in Boston and classes start today.  I’m not incredibly excited about this development after having worked like crazy for the past 6 months with nary a vacation, but sometimes you just have to suck it up.

Still looking for an apartment, still trying to find people to take my Saturday shifts at the restaurant.  All in all, not too bad, however I’ve found that it’s often the little things that drive me up the wall.

Last night I had a dream where Johnny Depp died, I was a contract killer, someone gouged my eyes out, and that I drowned a guy who was trying to black mail me in a toilet.  I could feel the water going into his body and it was so so creepy!!!

omfg, what is wrong with me