I miss summer, terribly. I miss my tan, roaming around aimlessly, only using my car twice a week, laying out on a blanket with a good book, thrifting with girlfriends, Farmer's Market, not minding waking up at 8 am, sundresses sticking to sweaty skin, how any song sounds better with the windows down, curly hair, impromptu swim sessions, sweaty basement shows, sitting on the stoop, how everyone seems a lottt more attractive/ talkative, breaking in new sandals, never being alone, how the lack of air conditioning forces everyone out of their rooms, simplicity, Hopkins kids being out of town, 95 South, WAIT LET ME INTERRUPT MYSELF, I'M AT WORK HELPING THIS KID GET FIND YOUTUBE ON HIS PHONE, AND HIS BACKGROUND IS SOME GIRL'S VAGINA. Festivals, living between two cities, not seeing a bed for days, zoos and museums, free shit, trying to fit 8 people in a 5 person car, grapefruit, friends from out of town, and most of allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. Popsicles.
Every Monday I do a little assessment and try throughly plan out the week ahead of me. I don't want to speak too soon, but this week should be really good. My planner is completely covered in black ink, I love being super busy. Going to Richmond/ Virginia Beach this weekend. Stoked to see Becca, Brandon, and my family. I have to get shit with Old Dominion worked out, hopefully I'll be going there (if not University of Toronto) next semester. Sometimes I feel bad about being stoked to move from Baltimore, but hey, I've done my time here, no hard feelings- I just need to move on.
Stage one of the blonde begins tonight. No one will notice, I'm sure.
