It's Still Summer

First, let's start out with the positives. Although August is seen as the last month of summer, technically it's still summer until late September. August is the perfect time to fit in all the activities you never got to do in the previous two months of summer. It's like the last hoorah, but in a good way.

The Feast

If you live in Boston, you're familiar with the Feasts that take place in the North End. Although they run all throughout the summer, the best ones are in August: the Fisherman's Feast, The Madonna, and Saint Anthony's Feast.

It's Still (Kind Of) Acceptable To Drink During Weekdays

A glass of wine or two is always acceptable during your meal at any given time, but drinking the whole bottle on a Tuesday night may not be the best... unless it's summer of course, and you don't have to work the next day.

Beach Hair

In the summer, I never do my hair. I just let it air dry and do it's own thing. It may get a little frizzy, but who cares? It's more socially acceptable to have your hair in a messy bun or frizzy waves when it's this hot out. (I still do it in the cold months though.)

My Birthday

August 23rd, the first day of Virgo season and my birthday! I'll be 22 this year, but don't even think about singing Taylor Swift to me.

And now, for the negatives...

Last Month Of Summer

As mentioned before, at least it's still summer, but I know at least I'm going to miss the warm weather. Another summer almost over.

It Gets Dark Sooner

One of my favorite things about summer is that it stays light out until about 8:00pm. When the fall and winter approach, it's pitch dark out by 5. Boo!

Back To The Cold

Sure, autumn is beautiful and we all love our flannels, but when it starts getting freezing out, that's when I have a problem.

No More Tan

I love being tan. It brings out my freckles, makes me feel good, and I think tan lines are cute! But now with the last month of summer and no more hot beach days pretty soon, I go from Snooki to Casper the Friendly Ghost.

My Birthday

I love and hate my birthday. I love it because it's my special day, but I also hate it because I'm another year older and that means I have to adult. Turning 21 was fun and stuff, but what's so special about 22? I hope you're not still thinking about Taylor Swift.