God, it hurts. My only consolation is that it will fade into a tan soon. That's how my skin works--it burns me, hurts like hell, and then looks really nice. Basically, anyway.
I'm going to start reading a Star Wars novel. I know, I know, where is the literary merit for that? Hub would be ashamed. However, the last two books I read were about teenage girls who went to a special school for spies (NEXT ONE COMES OUT IN A WEEK! WOOT!) and I found them to be very entertaining. I am also still in the middle of rereading Wicked (in preparation for seeing the show soon!), but I have put the 98' Pulitizer prize winner and rereading Moby-Dick on the shelf indefinitely. I think I just want to be entertained for awhile.
It's strange. I've suddenly found myself all too eager for college. I want to learn and summer is inhibiting that. There is no doubt in my mind that I will see Colleen and Rachel semi-weekly, at least, which means I will see Matt around that much as well. Sadly, I care little for anyone else. I mean, I care about them, and it will be sad to not see them, but I can manage--I think.