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i cant believe this summer has gone by as fast as it did.
so much shit happened this summer: i said goodbye to more people than i can count on my own two hands, one of them, one of the hardest ones being my best friend.
this summer simply consisted of an ongoing party. every night was like a friday or saturday night that id normally long for and plan in my head over and over as if i was in school. but what made this summer as great as it is, or was, is the fact that i had my closest friends next to me the entire time.
i will admit to completely spoiling myself. i smoked more cigarettes that any lung-cancer patient still alive, or dead. everynight was getting all dolled up for absolutely nothing, i got to draw and paint naked people, i got to kiss roughly a different boy every week or so. (i know im disgusting, please dont kill me)
as monotonous as my summer sounds it did have some highlights though,
art school, a shitty job, meeting tons of new people, houseparties, laughing, and having half as many priorities as i normally would during the school year.
the thought of walking into york tomorrow with a schedule in hand, a new locker combination, and a brand new summer reading book that i have yet to crack open is the scariest thing for me right now. i want to prove to myself that i can actually commit to school this year, and i feel like ive already started off on the wrong foot.
tomorrow will be a crazy rollercoaster of bullshit where ill probably be throwing up afterwards.
im excited.
so much shit happened this summer: i said goodbye to more people than i can count on my own two hands, one of them, one of the hardest ones being my best friend.
this summer simply consisted of an ongoing party. every night was like a friday or saturday night that id normally long for and plan in my head over and over as if i was in school. but what made this summer as great as it is, or was, is the fact that i had my closest friends next to me the entire time.
i will admit to completely spoiling myself. i smoked more cigarettes that any lung-cancer patient still alive, or dead. everynight was getting all dolled up for absolutely nothing, i got to draw and paint naked people, i got to kiss roughly a different boy every week or so. (i know im disgusting, please dont kill me)
as monotonous as my summer sounds it did have some highlights though,
art school, a shitty job, meeting tons of new people, houseparties, laughing, and having half as many priorities as i normally would during the school year.
the thought of walking into york tomorrow with a schedule in hand, a new locker combination, and a brand new summer reading book that i have yet to crack open is the scariest thing for me right now. i want to prove to myself that i can actually commit to school this year, and i feel like ive already started off on the wrong foot.
tomorrow will be a crazy rollercoaster of bullshit where ill probably be throwing up afterwards.
im excited.