C'mon, sleep take me soon and don't raise my head til the twelve bells at noon
I had sex. I went to the beach. I got a sunburn. I came back. I complained a lot. I explored an abandoned sanatarium. I ran from the cops. With Paul. We didn't get caught, but my feet got dirty.
Summer is long and lazy, and I really like that. One of the things that I love about living in the DC area is the humidity. I really do. When I was in England I missed stepping outside into the hot, heavy air that surrounds this stupid swamp town, and when I got back and stepped out of the airport I was immediately refreshed. And in the late afternoons the muggy air and clear sky often lends itself to clouds, rain, and lightening. Summer storms are a staple of my life.
They do have their disadvantages, though. Last night, for instance, our power went out. Since there wasn't really anything to do here I went to the mall with Emma and Mom. My logic was that if I spent a few hours doing something I didn't like something good would happen, like our power being back on by the time we returned. Not so, my friends. So I went to bed without setting an alarm, without air conditioning, and without a charged cell phone. Long story short, storms make us lose power all the time, and actually we didn't regain it until this afternoon. It sucked.
A friend of the family committed suicide. While his 18 year old son was home. His son heard gunshots and went upstairs to investigate, only to find...
I can't even imagine myself in that situation, but seeing it from an outsider's prospective is really throwing in to light the selfishness of the act. I don't understand how anyone could think that they are helping the people around them by taking themselves off their friends' and family's hands. This guy had a wife who loved him, and two children who looked up to him. At the VERY least. Of course, everyone who knew him is shocked and devestated.
Emma and I are writing a book. Then making it into a movie. Antonio Bandaras and Heath Ledger are going to be in it.
Summer is long and lazy, and I really like that. One of the things that I love about living in the DC area is the humidity. I really do. When I was in England I missed stepping outside into the hot, heavy air that surrounds this stupid swamp town, and when I got back and stepped out of the airport I was immediately refreshed. And in the late afternoons the muggy air and clear sky often lends itself to clouds, rain, and lightening. Summer storms are a staple of my life.
They do have their disadvantages, though. Last night, for instance, our power went out. Since there wasn't really anything to do here I went to the mall with Emma and Mom. My logic was that if I spent a few hours doing something I didn't like something good would happen, like our power being back on by the time we returned. Not so, my friends. So I went to bed without setting an alarm, without air conditioning, and without a charged cell phone. Long story short, storms make us lose power all the time, and actually we didn't regain it until this afternoon. It sucked.
A friend of the family committed suicide. While his 18 year old son was home. His son heard gunshots and went upstairs to investigate, only to find...
I can't even imagine myself in that situation, but seeing it from an outsider's prospective is really throwing in to light the selfishness of the act. I don't understand how anyone could think that they are helping the people around them by taking themselves off their friends' and family's hands. This guy had a wife who loved him, and two children who looked up to him. At the VERY least. Of course, everyone who knew him is shocked and devestated.
Emma and I are writing a book. Then making it into a movie. Antonio Bandaras and Heath Ledger are going to be in it.