I never used to understand people who like the beach or hot weather. I'm a northern girl, always have been, drawn to the cold, snow, and over cast days.
But today, I finally grasp what people like Lubna and Gatsby are talking about.
Right now, all I want to do is be somewhere warm and impossibly sunny. Most importantly: somewhere FAR away from Virginia, DC or Maryland. I'm thinking Barbados. Or Antigua, with Mac, maybe. Somewhere where I could go for a swim, be surrounded in warm clear water, and then lay out on a white beach and let the sun bake me. Winter is beautiful and quiet, but I get all pasty, and I hate it. I could go for a drink with an umbrella, novels with sand in the binding, and foreign boys with dark eyes and rippling back action who don't know all my flaws.
Just saying.
I just want to get this ridiculous semester over with. All that stands between me and that goal is a five page paper on 15th-18th century African/European relations and a Psychology test. Ugh. My kingdom for the answers to the psych exam. Non nobis, domine, sed nomine tuo da gloriam,
Deus, if i get through that thing with a B+.
Haven't listened to Ryan Adams in a long time. Forgot how much I love him. It's like coming home.
Rufus with Michael L. in 9 days. SO psyched.
Just gotta get there.
H.
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Northern girl. Didn't you grow up in Maryland? Hey, I was raised in Minnesota, I'm allowed to josh anyone and everyone about northerness, or coldness for that matter. Come out to Southeast Asia sometime. All the warm beaches you can ask for, at least in the summertime. There was one beach in SE Taiwan we found on a trip many years back and it was completely deserted, I'm not even sure it was open for swimming, but the sand was the brightest white and the water was the most beautiful deep green. The humidity just becomes a drag in the winter though.
Of course that probably does nothing as far as the exotic men are concerned. Exoticness is an amusing concept to me. So are men, actually. Umm...New Zealand's pretty excellent too.
I've heard that, about New Zealand. And I sort of feel the same way about men. The best guys I've ever known smell like soap and toothpaste. So maybe exotic isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Heres your paper for you:
White man finds black man's country. White man sees black man has nice natural resources and human labor. White man rapes and pillages the black man. White man gets a conscience in the late 19th and 20th centuries and stops acting like the black man is an object. White man acts like he cares and throws some money at the black man's continent. White man is justified now (sarcasm). The end.
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