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