holy week blues

Apr 14, 2006 18:41

The air is hot and humid.
The sun is glaringly, mockingly bright.

It is the summeriest weekend of the summer and I'm just at home. :(

I was supposed to go on a beach jaunt with my highschool buddies but that plan just never materialized. As a result, I feel short-changed and cheated of my right to bum on a strip of white sand.

I love summer. I love getting a tan. I love the smell of sunblock mixed with the sea. I love fruit shakes. I love ocean breezes. I love travelling and leaving it all behind.

When I don't get to have that experience, I get depressed. Really, really depressed. And sad. Really, really, sad. For the past two days, I've just been listlessly surfing the websites of beach resorts, travel agencies and even travel blogs. It is self-inflicted torture at its cruelest.

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Baltazaaaar. Come home! You don't even LIKE the beach!
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