Summertime

It's that time of the year again. A time when I can bask in manageable work and make things happen on my own accord. Most of all, it's the time when I can put one person (or more) under my spell.

My summer is like the one time I traveled to the Midwest. I was hyper and somewhat reckless, and let the embarrassing moments slip by, looking back just to laugh. It was so much fun to have a picture where it looks like I'm picking Jefferson's nose, to shuffle my feet on the walkway of Yellowstone Park and literally shock everyone I knew with static, and of course, collecting the keychains with my name on it. Okay okay, so I flirted with a waiter too. That's fine, I doubt I'll ever have to pay for that in the future. Consequences are for the school year, when one runs into the same people day after day for nine months.

My real blog says, "Moral: Carpe Diem, people." For a few months, gone are the silly rules and the super strict lines I've drawn for myself (of course I still need to keep some so I don't end up chopped to pieces in some guy's freezer). This summer has got to match and even exceed last summer. I want more interesting moments with people as if I won't see them ever again (and if I do, I hope it's not awkward). I want other people to watch movies with, to have coffee with, and even just to talk to. Now's no time for a broken heart, so what if I make the mistake of asking guys out, is forever really supposed to be an option?

No, I'm not dying. My brain cells probably are...darn those UV rays. Still, I'm up for fun!