his name was "gay"
just finished having a four hour conversation with my dearest (jessica). half was disscussing life in uruguay (lets just say it was a complete success) and half was discussing our near future (errr, being seniors, dealing with being uncomfortable etc.) basically jessica is my life. i mean...who needs a boyfriend to talk to at all hours of the morning when you have jessica?
anyway, i'm now finishing the paperwork dad gave to me to finish three hours ago.
and i'm trying to tell myself that my summer can be validated...it's a really hard task if i say so myself.
but i guess i've been getting the relaxation and family support i've been missing all year.
does that count?
lets just say yes and forget about it.
i picked a bucket full of blackberries yesterday (i mean a bucketfull) all by myself in the sun...it felt really good. theraputic. i don't remember what i thought about, but i didn't mind the scratches all over my hands and arms and felt really satisfied looking at all the juicy berries sitting in a yellow bowl on the counter.
oh the small things.
anyway, i'm now finishing the paperwork dad gave to me to finish three hours ago.
and i'm trying to tell myself that my summer can be validated...it's a really hard task if i say so myself.
but i guess i've been getting the relaxation and family support i've been missing all year.
does that count?
lets just say yes and forget about it.
i picked a bucket full of blackberries yesterday (i mean a bucketfull) all by myself in the sun...it felt really good. theraputic. i don't remember what i thought about, but i didn't mind the scratches all over my hands and arms and felt really satisfied looking at all the juicy berries sitting in a yellow bowl on the counter.
oh the small things.