summer summer summer
Summer's ending rapidly. It's already Thursday of my first week back, meaning it's the 16th. Jesus, that means only 15 days till September. I don't know what day school starts, but I'm guessing either the 4th or the 6th (it usually starts on a Tuesday or Thursday for some reason).
What's more, I have to make college decisions and visit schools and write essays and fill out applications and do all this shit AHHHHHHHHHH
When I was in Nicaragua, I bought a book of good poetry by this guy Cesar Bisso. I think I'm going to try to put some of them to music. See, I've tried like 10 times to write music for English poems, but I always get really self-conscious about it and throw it away. Maybe it'll be different if the poems are in Spanish.
I tried writing songs like 5 times while I was in Nicaragua. The music comes to me instantly, and the words come to me... never. DAMNIT. I get ideas, but nothing cohesive enough to turn into an actual song.
I still have to read half of Wuthering Heights, all of Empire Falls, and my AP Psychology summer work. And I don't know what I'm supposed to do for AP Spanish, but I have a feeling that going to Nicaragua was good enough.
Tonight I'm going to the hookah bar with Shana to discuss our Latin American travels. I chose the hookah bar because:
1. Shana likes hookah.
2. I've never been there.
3. ...because I'm 18 now!
My 18th birthday was kind of anticlimactic in one sense, because I wasn't in the country to buy porn, cigarettes, and a lotto ticket. And when I got back, I was just like "ehhhhh what's the point?" I have yet to buy said items.
For some reason, Coldplay is such summer music for me.
What's more, I have to make college decisions and visit schools and write essays and fill out applications and do all this shit AHHHHHHHHHH
When I was in Nicaragua, I bought a book of good poetry by this guy Cesar Bisso. I think I'm going to try to put some of them to music. See, I've tried like 10 times to write music for English poems, but I always get really self-conscious about it and throw it away. Maybe it'll be different if the poems are in Spanish.
I tried writing songs like 5 times while I was in Nicaragua. The music comes to me instantly, and the words come to me... never. DAMNIT. I get ideas, but nothing cohesive enough to turn into an actual song.
I still have to read half of Wuthering Heights, all of Empire Falls, and my AP Psychology summer work. And I don't know what I'm supposed to do for AP Spanish, but I have a feeling that going to Nicaragua was good enough.
Tonight I'm going to the hookah bar with Shana to discuss our Latin American travels. I chose the hookah bar because:
1. Shana likes hookah.
2. I've never been there.
3. ...because I'm 18 now!
My 18th birthday was kind of anticlimactic in one sense, because I wasn't in the country to buy porn, cigarettes, and a lotto ticket. And when I got back, I was just like "ehhhhh what's the point?" I have yet to buy said items.
For some reason, Coldplay is such summer music for me.