Summer Lovin'
Well, as you may know it is only March and the joyous summer season is still three months away. I read Regina's livejournal and I was inspired. Inspired to try and write an entry on my anxiousness, if anxiousness is a word.
Summer. A time for no worries and setbacks. A time when I can get up at nearly noon and not worry about homework or tests I haven't done. Summer in itself means sun, so I say. I want to get a tan, because my oh-so-olive skin is looking more like a cauliflower color. Sorry for the vegetable comparison, but I thought it would work. I also want to feel the hot sand between my toes, while carrying a load of cold drinks and beach chairs. I want to shop for flip flops and tank tops. Hell, I want the tan lines from the tanks and flips. You know. Those embarrassing lines on your feet that never seem to go away no matter how much you oil. I want a vacation from the dramatic friends I seem to attract. (You damn well know who you are). I want to go to Ocean City again with Anthony and Scott and roam the beach at 2am. I want to play 'Boat Races' with Lauren and Dina because that's how we roll. I want to go to another John Mayer and Maroon 5 concert with Mikey and the gang and go to Applebees and embarrass ourselves. Half-price appetizers. I want to go to Red Bank with Lori and Regina, because yes, I do miss that place, and pick up guys like no tomorrow. I want to get hyper off BAWLS with Triple A. I want to do so much in such a short time, but it's summer, and I have the privilege to do so.
I'm sitting here and telling you of the plans I want to pursue once more in Summer '05. So enjoy. Tan. Party like hell. And remember, Rosie said so.
Summer. A time for no worries and setbacks. A time when I can get up at nearly noon and not worry about homework or tests I haven't done. Summer in itself means sun, so I say. I want to get a tan, because my oh-so-olive skin is looking more like a cauliflower color. Sorry for the vegetable comparison, but I thought it would work. I also want to feel the hot sand between my toes, while carrying a load of cold drinks and beach chairs. I want to shop for flip flops and tank tops. Hell, I want the tan lines from the tanks and flips. You know. Those embarrassing lines on your feet that never seem to go away no matter how much you oil. I want a vacation from the dramatic friends I seem to attract. (You damn well know who you are). I want to go to Ocean City again with Anthony and Scott and roam the beach at 2am. I want to play 'Boat Races' with Lauren and Dina because that's how we roll. I want to go to another John Mayer and Maroon 5 concert with Mikey and the gang and go to Applebees and embarrass ourselves. Half-price appetizers. I want to go to Red Bank with Lori and Regina, because yes, I do miss that place, and pick up guys like no tomorrow. I want to get hyper off BAWLS with Triple A. I want to do so much in such a short time, but it's summer, and I have the privilege to do so.
I'm sitting here and telling you of the plans I want to pursue once more in Summer '05. So enjoy. Tan. Party like hell. And remember, Rosie said so.