Ah, getting into summer. Though that should mean barbeques, sunbathing and general sun-related frolics, for some of us it unfortunately equals that dreaded E X A M time. Bah. We should all be allowed to curl up with a nice iced-tea and forget about it. Though, probably, we have, which is a bit of a problem.
Please don't think for a minute that I have been working though, 'cause, hey, that never happens (I lie a little - might have done a bit of reading out of... interest? Christ, that's scary). Aside from faux-working; my first moan. The sun.
Why do people love it so much? WHAT is so fabulous about swelteringly hot days, which just leaves you with awkward tan/ burn marks or deathly pale skin that (having been hidden for a good few years) is forced on display? A combination of these two has left me in a very unfortunate predicament: a sorry attempt to cool down WHILST covering up (an oversized polo-shirt) has left me with a pathetic tan on my face and a v-neck around my neck. Oh, how I hate sun-tan. And envy those annoying people who can pull off that 'pale and interesting' look.
Surely the heat is the worst side effect of this weather. There really is nothing pleasant about summer fashion. How many man-shorts have I been seeing? Too many. Sure, there is nothing wrong with man legs but I fail to stay nonchalant after seeing dozens of hairy man-legs on display out of oversized shorts that make you look a good foot shorter than you are. Not nice. And boys, what is with this flip-flop obsession? I thought it was pretty funny seeing you struggling through winter clinging onto them (plenty of amusing torrential rain moments when you STILL insisted you could climb the hill to lectures in miserable soggy sandals), but summer is taking this to a new level. Sweaty, sticking flip-flops? Eww.
Girls, you are even worse offenders. Bug-sized sunglasses are NOT cool, no matter how many celebs are wearing them (and since when have Victoria Beckham or Nicole Richie been someone who you've wanted to emulate?). This, teamed with 'tousled' (read: sticky, over styled bird's-nest) dyed-blonde hair, teeny tops and denim skirts with the aforementioned flip-flops, is a style us university students should shun along with tracksuits, gold-hoop earrings and yesterday's make-up. It is not classy.
Also, for that girl with the mini-floaty black skirt who walked past when we were lying on the grass; please, PLEASE wear underwear. That was not nice.
One thing I better not forget to mention - the most hated of all fads - CROCS.
Never, ever, are these acceptable.
They are vile, trashy, plastic crap. Okay, I've accepted that my dad will not abandon his 'slippers' (crocs that are so shameful, not even he wears them outside. The man who wears cow-smelling boiler suits and sock/sandal combos.), but this does NOT in any way mean I can condone this travesty. And the worse thing is, you always seem to find them in pairs. Okay, they haven't shown their hideous faces on campus yet, but ten minutes into a shopping escapade at the weekend, and my eyes had already been insulted by several pairs of neon pink, blue and green monstrosities. Often by people walking around together. Do you people buy them in packs? Because, seriously, if someone encourages you to buy a pair, they are NOT your friend. S/he is a total arse.
Hmm...:
- Barbeques? Oh, but they're banned on campus. Because, of course, we are not safe with matches or whatever.
- The beach? Okay, so dozens of hot bikini-clad girls might persuade me to venture there, but since when does this EVER happen? Screaming noise, sunbathing and, EW, sand. Let's definitely not go to the beach.
- Ice cream? Students like me cannot afford it. Enough said.
I am not a summer lover.
Bring on the snow.
