is it lovey-dovey stuff? do you need a bit of rough?
Man oh man oh man. So, I’m back in Asheville, as of one week ago, and half-jazzed about summer classes. Only half- because biology is really horrendous and tedious, etcetera etcetera, and because I have to leave way too soon. And ‘cause I’ve spend my past week living the hermitic lifestyle: waking early, speaking with the fewest people possible (outside of Shakespeare class, where I can’t be shut up), reading books I know will break me, and taking really emo pictures like I’m fifteen all over again.
All that changed this morning, when I woke slowly and read the summer issue of JANE Magazine and then spent an hour dancing about to Spice Girls songs I’ll never stop knowing by heart. And then it started raining, the kind of summer storm that I’ve waited for, and, well. Needless to say, I’m now drenched and squeaky-shoed. The water is bathwater-warm and so I cuffed my jeans just like Boydog and I showed those puddles what for. Oh, and then I made a boat out of the paper with all of the really important summer school information on it, which I never got around to reading.
It didn’t float very far, but you should have heard me cheering. Luckily, I don’t think anyone actually did hear me. At any rate, I’m feeling much better now, if still very solitary.
And my hair has gotten very long. If one more person on my friends list cuts theirs in the next week, I think I’m going to have to give in. Just sayin’.
At any rate, I’m about to go curl up in this bed and watch the thunderstorm for a bit while I perform Romeo and Juliet all by my lonesome, doing voices and all! (Really, you should see me rocking Mercutio. Whom Shakespeare might have played, himself, back in the day! Isn’t that cool? Other things I have learned from that class: eight a.m. is really fucking early, girls who wear red shoelaces and sit Indian-style in their desks are A+ adorable, and "we will do our best to destroy ourselves - we will spend everything that is ours on something we are not meant to have - but in the end, the world will conspire to save us." Yeah, summer school has been really good to me.)
And there are still really scary moments of longing, wondering if I'll ever be ready or real enough, if there are things I'll never make my way back to, and there are long biology labs and a truly stupid lab partner that kind of make me wanna smash something. And these are all things that I'm living with, but you know, I'm choosing that. And still, every morning, I wake at 6:30 and sing “Semicharmed Life” while I shower, feeling stupidly proud and inexplicably hopeful, and so waking up is my favorite part of the day. Which isn’t a bad way to be living, really.
I love you all, and miss you. What is going on? You should tell me things. How’s the weather where you are? What are you up to this summer? Are you one of those fuckers who hates Delilah, too? When was the last time you fell devastatingly in love? What’s your favorite Madonna video? I like knowing these things. That never changes.
Current Mood:
lookin' up.