summer warmed the open window...
i get so easily discontented at home.
also i'm currently obsessed with thursday.
example:
tonight i went to the rubbins-breen house and sat around a bonfire and the whole family was there and they were hilarious. we burned a doghouse. david, the dad, kept talking about how all the people got out safe and we took pictures for their christmas card.
however, the whole time i was completely desesperada (impatient?).
all i could think about and all i wanted to talk about was thursday and i didn't really want to be in their company i just wanted an excuse to come home and to call nate.
but i should have been having fun.
example:
last night i went to a bonfire at the harringtons. it was just like high school and i couldn't stand it and none of the people were being interesting and there was way too much posturing and binge drinking going on and the state of that family is just depressing/it doesn't help that all i wanted to do in high school was save luke and now he's drowning inthe do-nothing way of his family. ack.
but in high school that was called fun...
whatever.
brattleboro (and bennington/shaftsbury) was (were) wonderful. thank you loves. i wish i could spend all summer with you.
today my uncle called me by a nickname my friends at school call me all the time and i got really sad. i just want to be back at school.
it's okay. i'll survive. hopefully. until thursday.
also i'm currently obsessed with thursday.
example:
tonight i went to the rubbins-breen house and sat around a bonfire and the whole family was there and they were hilarious. we burned a doghouse. david, the dad, kept talking about how all the people got out safe and we took pictures for their christmas card.
however, the whole time i was completely desesperada (impatient?).
all i could think about and all i wanted to talk about was thursday and i didn't really want to be in their company i just wanted an excuse to come home and to call nate.
but i should have been having fun.
example:
last night i went to a bonfire at the harringtons. it was just like high school and i couldn't stand it and none of the people were being interesting and there was way too much posturing and binge drinking going on and the state of that family is just depressing/it doesn't help that all i wanted to do in high school was save luke and now he's drowning inthe do-nothing way of his family. ack.
but in high school that was called fun...
whatever.
brattleboro (and bennington/shaftsbury) was (were) wonderful. thank you loves. i wish i could spend all summer with you.
today my uncle called me by a nickname my friends at school call me all the time and i got really sad. i just want to be back at school.
it's okay. i'll survive. hopefully. until thursday.