Prepoceros

Well then. After deleting one email that turned out to be a near-duplicate of another as well as an invitation to a high school alumni happy hour that I won’t be attending*, I decided to tackle the most urgent message next: the notification of my tuition bill’s coming due, which I’d saved to remind myself to figure out what classes I needed to take this summer, which in turn would require me to sort out my degree plan for the next year.

I’ve put this off for almost a semester now, ever since I finally decided to go back to the Physics and Math majors. And oh, was ignorance ever bliss. Switching schools, the year I spent as a “Classics major,” and the silly, silly idea I had that I’d do the double-BA (worthless!) instead of the double-BS will make my senior year a bitch. Not only will it be tough to do, it’s tough to figure out *how* to do it, with all the rules and schedule conflicts.

I’ve managed to enjoy my two weeks off between the Spring and Summer terms by pretending this problem doesn’t exist. Now all the chickens are coming home to roost** and my next few days will be shitty, compounded by the fact that I’ve waited to deal with this until a holiday weekend, when all of the people I need to talk to at any of the four colleges I’m trying to deal with have been out of their offices. But I think it was worth it, primarily because it *is* worse than I expected. I had a lovely, relaxing vacation, due in part to my underestimation of the stress awaiting me.

ANYWAY, that was all meant to be a quick explanation of why I’m taking a break from dealing with all that right now to tell you about one of my favorite things in the world: cotton shorts.

The shorts, they are wonderful. You’ve seen them, yes? I love wearing cotton shorts. I love seeing other girls wear them. I love all the colors they come in. I love how you can fall asleep in them and not wake up with red welts from seams and buttons. I love that I can hold balls in them when I play tennis without having to worry about pockets.

Seriously, cotton shorts are teh hottness. You don’t even have to BE hot to wear them well. Killer legs are a plus, of course, but cotton shorts look good on almost anyone. Me, for instance. My legs are pasty white, and I don’t much care for the shape of my thighs. But somehow cotton shorts make me feel all sexyfab—they’re magical, I tell you!

There’s something about that flat front, the softness, the clean lines, the loose waistband that doesn’t make one’s tummy pooch out. They don’t have to be short-short to be hot—I don’t need to see your ass cheeks—but there’s something about the shortness that just doesn’t work as well with, say, jean shorts. I don’t much care for the ones that have “yummy” or “angel” or some garbage like that written across the ass. Do not interfere with the clean, monochromatic glory of the cotton shorts.

I own four pair myself. If I found a brand I particularly liked, I’d buy them in every color. I wear them around the house during the summer and when I do exercise-y things (which isn’t all that often, unfortunately). Now that they’re out of school, my tutoring students (all girls right now) wear them to their lessons. At the pool, shorts shorts shorts. Cotton. Shorts. Everywhere.

If I were male, I think you’d think I was all pervy and icky for being so fascinated by girls’ shorts. And maybe you do anyway. I don’t mean it like that. They’re just comfy AND cute, all at once, and that makes them almost as awesome as chocolate, in a totally different way. When I’m stressed, I take refuge in superficiality, you see. Cotton shorts!

In unrelated news, the other day I saw a blog comment from a woman whose husband wants to name their unborn daughter Azlyn, as in Aslan, the Jesus lion from the Narnia books, but horribly mangled. AND SHE IS OKAY WITH THIS. The poor innocent babe.

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* Down to lucky number 13.

** It is chickens, isn’t it? This idiom feels awkward to me. I think there’s a better one that has less to do with barnyard animals, but I can’t think of it.

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