So it pretty much rained the entire month of June in Boston. The people at work have two competing theories for why this is so.
Theory A: I’ve never worked for them before and they’ve never had a summer like this before so I must have brought it with me. If it’s sunny next weekend when I’m in Chicago, they’re never going to want to see me again.
Theory B: Mother Nature is crying extra hard for Michael Jackson. ‘Cuz, you know, with women’s intuition and everything, she totally saw it coming.
Theory B wins in my book for sheer ridiculousness.
I hit the halfway mark in my internship this week. In this time, I’ve written the equivalent of about 3 20-page papers, read several books, kicked my caffeine addiction, seen a grand total of 1 Middlebury person, learned several new “games” from my housemates, killed a mouse, broken in 3 pairs of stilettos, danced, had umpteen discussions about what’s wrong with our economy, read the WSJ almost everyday, met a new person everyday, bowled, learned some essential slang, hung out with my uncle, stolen a fridge, played darts, seen a musical and walked absolutely everywhere. I’d say that overall it’s been successful.
I’m in a funk tonight and don’t want to do anything except stare out the window, which is weird, but whatever. It’s the 4th of July weekend.
Have fun, yo.
-Ems
PS: I bought a shirt today which is very quickly going to become my all time fav. It says “I’m a violent, sensual, sensitive, girl.” It’s white, and v-neck and adorable. I saw it in a window a week ago and have dreamt about it all week. I’ll probably be wearing it next time you see me.
