Ah, sweet summer. It’s finally time to focus on what really matters — perfecting your tan, day drinking (preferably on a boat), hitting the nearest body of water, and making Pinterest crafts semi-successfully. If you’re lucky enough to be on campus, you can finally shack without everyone witnessing your walk of shame (just a select few), get to know sisters you weren’t as close with, and befriend the bartenders in town (just not too intimately, a mistake
I have some girls have made).
If you’re stuck at home, you finally have all the free time in the world. This seems fabulous, until it turns into an endless Law & Order: SVU marathon, while you attempt to avoid your parents constant nagging. Despite the boredom a summer at home offers, an internship is still infinitely better than writing papers and memorizing index cards. Plus, spending time with mom usually means a new wardrobe. There’s also pretty much nothing as relaxing as sleeping, sunning, and spending time with friends. You’ll miss it when you enter the real world, so take advantage of days of doing absolutely nothing, now.
Whether you’re at home pretending you’re still on campus (even though your home friends will never drink like your sisters do), or on campus getting ready to rage, here’s the playlist to do it with.
I Love It – Icona Pop
Until you’ve screamed, “I don’t care!” with fifty of your closest friends, you haven’t really lived. Icona Pop knows that the secret to inner peace is giving zero fucks. After all, why stress when it’s summertime? Grab a fling, hit the pool, and day drink enough to conveniently forget to care about pretty much everything.
Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe – Kendrick Lamar
We all know that one girl whose life purpose is to ruin a good time. Whether it’s your president, standards chair, or just that one uptight sister who thinks she can single-handedly uphold the reputation of your sorority, this song is perfect for you to whisper under your breath to them, or subtweet. Plus, no matter what you tell standards, you know you’re going to sin again. What happens during the summer doesn’t count, anyway.
Primadonna Girl- Marina and the Diamonds
Primadonna Girl is the perfect way to start any night, because the lyrics “I can’t help that I need it all” are spot on. Plus, “You say that I’m kind of difficult, but it’s always someone else’s fault,” is the best explanation for any type of bad behavior. Another Marina song, “How to be a Heartbreaker,” is basically an instruction manual on how to not get hoodwinked by a douchebag. After all, no one wants to get too attached to a should-be fling, especially during the summer. Summer’s about sleeping in, not sleeping with the wrong guy in an overly emotional shacking endeavor.
99 Shades of Crazy- JJ Grey
JJ Grey’s from northern Florida, so he understands how the all-encompassing heat, second only to that in Hades, can make people crazy during the summertime. That’s why we should all bring back the Squeeze Breeze to survive (those old school water fans worn around the neck in the ’90s, très chic). JJ knows the “c-word” (crazy, of course), isn’t half as bad as people make it out to be, and that in the south, it’s something to be proud of.
Fastest Girl in Town- Miranda Lambert
Girlfriend locked down someone smoking hot. Plus, she’s terrifying and completely open about the fact that she’ll murder anyone who even thinks about messing with her. Step away from T. Swizzle and worship at the altar of Miranda, who straight up says, “Well, I told you I was crazy,” which is basically what I tell anyone when they question my actions. It’s easy to let a summer fling seem like something more, and Miranda’s songs remind you to get it in and get out before school starts up again.
Crazy Kids- Ke$ha
Ke$ha knows that life’s too short to care about anything other than a good time, and that standards can’t make you take down party pictures during the summer. I mean, your life philosophy is probably pretty anti-Ke$ha when sober, but her ideas seem to make sense when you’re drunk enough. While Ke$ha may be ratchet, she knows how to rage. As long as you’re not brushing your teeth with a bottle of Jack or drinking your own urine this summer, you’re golden.