*July, July*
And I swore up and down that I would never pick up another novel written by Tim O'Brien after reading The Things They Carried the second time through. Oh well. July, July is honestly a pretty good book so far. It takes a lot to get me to read during June/July/August, hell, even to pick up a book period, but why not? There's quite a few worse things I can think of that I could be doing with my time.
At the moment, I'm being a total bum. Didn't do a single productive thing all damn day, and to tell you the truth, it felt nice. Why not enjoy being seventeen while it's still an option? It took me this long to realize that I am the age that I am, and that it's okay to let loose and have fun every now and then.
Hell, between Mary Jayne and I, I think we've done a complete 360º in the last month or so. Then again, maybe it's not my place to speak on her behalf. We really need to get in touch.
Somewhere in the last five minutes, I lost everything I was wanting to put down. Maybe tomorrow. G*night.
At the moment, I'm being a total bum. Didn't do a single productive thing all damn day, and to tell you the truth, it felt nice. Why not enjoy being seventeen while it's still an option? It took me this long to realize that I am the age that I am, and that it's okay to let loose and have fun every now and then.
Hell, between Mary Jayne and I, I think we've done a complete 360º in the last month or so. Then again, maybe it's not my place to speak on her behalf. We really need to get in touch.
Somewhere in the last five minutes, I lost everything I was wanting to put down. Maybe tomorrow. G*night.