s. su. sum. summ. summe. summer. [!][?]

I feel like a revert back to a time of agelessness during the summer.  During the school years, I grow and I spend my time doing things that people my age do.  Progression. 
In the summer, I wake late, work here and there, take out the trash for my mom, ride my bike in circles around town.  Its all the same.  At 19, I do what I did at 14.  Refreshing summer- always nostalgic.

Its been almost a year spent away, and coming back is always a bit more alienating than the time before. Everythings different and nothing has changed. A few new buildings here and there, another death, something new to talk about.  Babies are a bit more frequent, and I see everyone I didn’t talk to in high school.  Conversation friendlier than it once was.  Small talk.

I watch old classmates who hit their prime in high school hang in the same places, say the same things they did back then.  Smoke some pot behind your house, drink some beer in the fields.  Cruise, same CD in the player that was there last spring when you graduated.  Same clothes, same friends, same thoughts. 
Not wanting to be like that, I tell myself I’ve changed;  I think I’ve changed. 

Its only two months, only two months, only two months.
Then, my apartment will come.  I have pretty linens and nice throw pillows.  Lights for my ceiling, and some old 35mm prints from senior year. 

 

This is how I want summer (not mine, but I wish):

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(mine)

 

 

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Music fixation for May 20, 2009:

 

and I think everyone should enjoy this song and want to dance to it:

 

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I think I’ll go apartment thrifting tomorrow.  Frames, tacky artwork, uglybutcharming lamp, maybe?  Crossed fingers.

 

La Fin.

 

 

After Thought/Thing That Irks Me for May 20, 2009*:

So many people just seem so dang contrived these days.  We get it- you’re cool.  You have your lip pierced and your Vans are pretty beat up.  You have one of those rockclimberclipsthatyoucan’tactuallyuseforrockclimbing attached to your beltloop and you like discussing religion and your philosophy on life.  Donnie Darko is your favorite movie, and you own vinyls and shop at Urban. 
I’d plead for more originality here if I didn’t find these characteristics attractive– That is, when they aren’t forced; when they aren’t contrived- when you can talk about other things other than your band and the new Toms that you’re about to buy. 
(just thought I’d add in some clarification)

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*I probably just came pretty dang close to describing myself.  But in my defense, I only have one of those aforementoined fauximarockclimberbutnotreally clips hooked to my belt loop because I would loose my keys otherwise… and also, Donnie Darko isn’t my favorite movie.  It’s in my top 14 or so, but not number one.