Summer's here, the sun is hot, and my sweet teen magazine reminds me that I am clearly not really a girl unless I have a "summer fling." Obviously the sole reason for my hideous track record with boys is my lack of unimportant relationships that coincide with the summer months.
As per usual my summer activities consist of summer school (to get ahead), blogging (mostly Tumblr), reading, learning Spanish, and daydreaming. No chance of a social life here. And besides, being in Arizona, there's not much to do here anyway. Beach parties are out (no water), and pool parties happen so often they're cliche now.
So now that I've finished here, back to a bit of personal life. It's a Tuesday, which on my footy blog means it's Thightastic Tuesday, and I get to upload one amazing shot of some poor, unassuming football player's majestic thigh for all my followers to happily ogle in the privacy of their own homes.
I will keep you updated on my summer escapades and whether or not I actually find myself a "summer fling."
(Thanks, 17 Magazine)
