summerness
Summer is coming, everyone can feel it,im just scared we are too impatient
weeeeeiiiiii
so im listening to summer classics such aaaaaass...
satellite-natalie imbruglia
legends-nelly furtado
lovecats-the cure
carnival-the cardigans
we sat in the tennis courts today,its was the change of the year,when me move from indoors to outdoors.
i always prefered the tennis courts to the grass because we sit in a big circle on the baking hot concrete and get pissed off at the yr 7 around us scaring them out of our area. remembering the days when we used to sit there,peeling off tights and school jumpers,buying magnums from the shop to other peoples envy. the sun beating on our backs through the big windows in art and every1 swearing that the school put the radiators up in summer.
At the end of the day going down to the huddles of people by the fishpond, such a difference to the crampness of every1 fitting in under the shelter in the winter.
Walking home,everyone full of livelyness but also tired from the sun.Buying ice poles from the corner shop or cornettos from the cheap shop and refusing to get on the stuffy,packed buses,instead moving through the crowds of people at broadway.
Then making it to the emptyness of amen corner,all spaced out and sunny,taking a small brake on our bench or the podeum.
Secretly laughing at the graveneys walking by in their hot blazers and long white shirts. Everntually...usually, we have given up by now making our way to the sweaty seats on the bus,opening all windows and taking in the sun through the glass. now to calapse onto my lawn,and sentence every now and then of "omigaaaaawd its so hot" as we take our sips of ice water. Maybe sometimes scenery would change,the new spot:the lido vowing that we will do our hmwk there we try and squeeze ina few hours of that water and making plans to arrive to the same place at the earliest possible time on the weekend.
These are my thoughts of our summers, and they seem perfect to me,am i missing the old years,the younger years or just these flawless summers
we miss it so much, but why more than ever?