Summer' in the air, in the wind
I missed May 25:th, but the lilacs aren't quite ready baked yet, anyway. It is summer, however. We celebrated Los Padres' anniversary with a nice picnic in the sun, which was absolutely lovely. Especially after having spent the whole day indoors, frantically writing essay (or rather typing with no brain activity involved). Just two more weeks, and I'll be freeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Seriously. I work all night, I write all day, and the only time I see the sun is when I bike home in the early (early early) morning. 'Tis no fun, I tell ye.
O also work too much, writes too much and works just a little bit more. Maybe someone sneaked in and secretly lobotomized the pair of us, and we didn't notice? Creepy.
I wanted to write something cryptic here, about life and death and how sometimes you just don't know what to feel or how to react, but I must've changed my mind. I just don't know what to think or what to write. What I do know is, that outdoors is the smell of summer, grass and night. I suppouse that'll have to do, for now.
O also work too much, writes too much and works just a little bit more. Maybe someone sneaked in and secretly lobotomized the pair of us, and we didn't notice? Creepy.
I wanted to write something cryptic here, about life and death and how sometimes you just don't know what to feel or how to react, but I must've changed my mind. I just don't know what to think or what to write. What I do know is, that outdoors is the smell of summer, grass and night. I suppouse that'll have to do, for now.