My Grownup Life is a childhood away.

It’s on my list…

achieving the summer bod

I know it’s June, but better late than never? Maybe I’ll just start working on next summer…

And I knoww we’re not supposed to model ourselves after barbies, unless, of course, you’re Heidi Montag, but I gotta say I’m diggin the pale skin on the vintage barbie. As a partial-ginge, I reeeeally can’t wait for the pale skin to come back into style- which might not be far off if we really start taking skin damage and skin cancer seriously… too scary? my b…

So maybe I AM closer to the dream beach body than I think.. though you would have to pay me a LOT of money to convince me to rock stilettos on the sand.

My brother says…

I should write a book.

Tryna be supportive… i get it, i get it… It makes sense he would suggest it: I’m studying English, I like to write, I don’t have a job this summer, I need to stop acting like a bum and be productive with my life… I GET IT! Well thanks for the support

But as fabulous as my life is, and as interesting as I’d like to think I am, when I stopped to think about what I would HYPOTHETICALLY write about, uhhh…. turns out I really have no originality at all.

Sorry I’m not JK Rowling - can’t make wizards and witches sound cool (Though Halloweentown did a pretty good job) . And I don’t think I’m up for making up a language a la Tolkien. And don’t get me started on vampires…

Or maybe I’ll write a children’s book- children don’t judge poor writing, or lack of creativity, right? All you gotta do is throw some bunnies or ducks or other cuddly animals in there and you’ve got a story. Sounds doable.

But unless I become the new Goodnight Moon I might be out of luck trying to get fame and fortune out of children’s literature (and even then… does anyone even know who wrote it?)

So thanks, brah, for the love, but for now I think blogging is as far as I’ll be going down that road… at least til i’m a real grownup