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so with classes starting today the overwhelming realization i'd been doing my damnedest to avoid, has officially washed over me. summer is over.
fuckin a.
i honestly can't figure out why i'm so disappointed by the past few months. i really didn't do anything until like the middle of august. i couldn't even tell you what i did one night in june. no fucking clue. and i mean really i didn't do any more this year than last, but last year had deefweek. i remember starting school and listening to 'july, july' every morning because it reminded me of everyone. i think it might be that we were never really all together this year. i could count on my one hand the amount of times i saw some people, and almost never was it in the big groups we had last year. last year we could sit at dunkin donuts for hours, but who gave a shit cause we rolled 15 deep up in that muhfucker. i don't know. i guess i miss that feeling that should i lose everything else i still have everyone. which i knew is as true now as it was a year ago, but i just miss the reaffirmation of it.
positives:
i saw counting crows. it might be one of the single most important nights of my life. it was like he was talking to you and just you the entire show. it's hard to describe...this feeling of like isolation, but contentment in the same moment. more importantly i've seen gabe a lot more which was pleasurable. of all the nights i'll remember for years, though, for the most part have kathy running around in them. i thoroughly adore that girl. she is probably the most important thing to come of this summer. i never feel as young as i do when i'm with her. which, i'm sure would mean a lot more if i wasn't, you know, 20. never the less i can act like a 12 year old while in the same moment have a particularly articulate conversation about the socio-political struggles of post-communist china. i love her dearly and look forward to watching her walk around with flip flops in december.
i miss everyone in school already. italian feast soon. come home. be merry. be drunk. be together.
we may grow old but may we never grow up.
fuckin a.
i honestly can't figure out why i'm so disappointed by the past few months. i really didn't do anything until like the middle of august. i couldn't even tell you what i did one night in june. no fucking clue. and i mean really i didn't do any more this year than last, but last year had deefweek. i remember starting school and listening to 'july, july' every morning because it reminded me of everyone. i think it might be that we were never really all together this year. i could count on my one hand the amount of times i saw some people, and almost never was it in the big groups we had last year. last year we could sit at dunkin donuts for hours, but who gave a shit cause we rolled 15 deep up in that muhfucker. i don't know. i guess i miss that feeling that should i lose everything else i still have everyone. which i knew is as true now as it was a year ago, but i just miss the reaffirmation of it.
positives:
i saw counting crows. it might be one of the single most important nights of my life. it was like he was talking to you and just you the entire show. it's hard to describe...this feeling of like isolation, but contentment in the same moment. more importantly i've seen gabe a lot more which was pleasurable. of all the nights i'll remember for years, though, for the most part have kathy running around in them. i thoroughly adore that girl. she is probably the most important thing to come of this summer. i never feel as young as i do when i'm with her. which, i'm sure would mean a lot more if i wasn't, you know, 20. never the less i can act like a 12 year old while in the same moment have a particularly articulate conversation about the socio-political struggles of post-communist china. i love her dearly and look forward to watching her walk around with flip flops in december.
i miss everyone in school already. italian feast soon. come home. be merry. be drunk. be together.
we may grow old but may we never grow up.