SUMMER

TWO THOUSAND FREAKING TEN.

I don't even know what to do with all this excitement. I can't bottle it, wrap it, cap it, sell it, contain it. I swear I'm about to pop. It's so green here, and I can feel the work and responsibility slipping right out of my excited fingers. Even now, when I should be doing something productive, I can't keep my mind on math equations when day dreaming about long drives with warm air sailing in and out of my open windows and too loud music dancing on my skin is much more appealing. It's just so close. Three beautiful months of non-stop grass and sun and shorts and flip flops and diving boards and ultimate frisbee and watermelon and peaches. For 90 days I can be lazy without being reprimanded, and eat pancakes at 3 am without worrying about being up for school in 4 hours.

Summer, hurry up. We've been apart for much too long. I know our whole break up- make up routine is exhausting, but I love you too much to stop now.

SOD: Daylight by Matt & Kim

TOD: "Ah, summer what power you have to make us suffer and like it" -Russel Baker

-ZMar

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Spring Cleaning

I've decided to revamp the good 'ol bloggeroo. My blog is undergoing a bit of spring cleaning. The coming change is inspired by CITYterm. At the end of every post, I'll have a song of the day and a thought of the day. So just youtube the song if you don't have it already, and spend a minute or two mulling over the thought of the day.

I don't have a particular post for today, so here's the song/thought of the day:

SOD: Disconnected by Beat Union

TOD: "You don't get anything clean without getting something else dirty"

Ciao,

-ZMar

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The One Minute Writer 5

Here's today prompt:

"Describe the tackiest or ugliest clothing trend you've witnessed in your lifetime"

60 seconds starts... now.

The trend in 6th or 7th grade when wearing a dress over jeans was the ugliest thing EVER. Especially when the dress reaches past your knees. Is having your ankles exposed showing too much skin? This trend is second only to Birkenstocks. Birkentsocks do nothing for your feet. They're these beige suede clogs that don't match with anything. Despite popular belief, they don't have good arch support, and make your foot odor strong enough for the Pope to be able to smell your foot funk. At least Uggs, the #1 uggliest boot man has ever seen , have a purpose. I feel like my foot is a sheep when I'm wearing mine. If you live in a cold place (no, Texas does not count) Uggs are a must have. I have to say one thing though: Uggs + short shorts does NOT = warm. It = pneumonia. Put on a damn coat. And pants. Seriously. Your feet may be warm, but the rest of your body will not hesitate to get frost bite.

Later skater,

ZMar

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It's raining

...And i'm listening to Jason Mraz. He's telling me to live high, live mighty, live righteously takin' it easy. He's telling me to take it easy and celebrate the malleable reality. I think I can do that. No oppositions, really.

The acoustic guitar makes me really, really ready for summer. Which reminds me-- since when am I an almost-senior? I'm pretty sure yesterday I was at the 7th grade dance, "saving room for jesus" on the dancefloor (to Ms. Hampton's liking). I could have sworn I entered Upper School just this morning. And this afternoon I was driving for the first time. Just five minutes ago I left for CITYterm- and already I'm going back to Dallas? To watch my friends graduate? To become a senior? And to paint the water tower and write my senior page? I honestly thought the whole "those 4 years will pass by before you know it" was total B.S., but really, it isn't. I have no idea how I got from Mrs. Woolley's freshman year english class to the present. I swear sometimes I can still feel the pain of my braces circa 2007.

I always thought I'd be this wiser, incredibly mature, debonair person when I became a senior. Sure, I'm smart enough now to not walk by a teacher with a Starbucks in hand when you're not supposed to leave campus, or to not say "come buy my sugary goods for $1" when promoting a bake sale in front of the entire student body. But I'm hardly a sage. I'm just not foolish the way I was in 9th grade. It's interesting how you think completely differently as a freshman. Sometimes things seem just so important, or reality seems one way when really it's the exact opposite. Instead of being embarrassed by it, I'm pretty damn thrilled I learned it at 14/15 instead of 17 when people take me more seriously.

9th grade wall of famous mistakes:

-Unknowingly presenting spanish sexual content in an english literature presentation

-Taking a friend with me on a date (hello, third wheel)

-Being the third wheel on a date

-Obsession with Skinny jeans

-Mouthing off to the seniors during the spring 2008 musical

Long live 9th grade Zoe. ...or not. It's fine with me either way- I'm about to be a senior.

SENIORS 2011 WHAT WHAT!

-ZMar

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