i need the smell of summer, i need its voices in my ears
Today was a good day to end the summer. Brooke and I went over to Cranbrooke (around the art school) and just like walked through the woods, and saw Jane Eye's house. We walked around so much that by the time we got back to the main part we were really tired, so we just jumped in the fountain. Fountain Swimming. great way to end a great summer.
"I could say summer's over, I could say roses are red and violets are blue. I grew up but nothing happened to you. I don't though, it hurts too much" That was a line from my 4n6 piece @ sq. i remember reading it and thinking it would mean more to me at the end of the summer. reading it now, it's complety true. summer is over. i don't think its set in that tomorrow things will go back to routine again and summers freedom has been dissolving for months now. there's nothing i wouldn't give to go back to when I failed my road test or when brooke and i were freaking out over going to camp. But that's all over now and now i'm left w/ only a few hours of summer left reliving all the things i appreciate only too much. And now i have to get my shit together for tomorrow and my room smells like dead fat kid. thanks everyone.
all i ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.
summer...
~ camp: the dynamic trio, my awesome room mate, all the other good friends i made, stackers, pear fermentation, dumb bells, the back of sellers, our papers, joanna...oh yeah and forensics.
~ PASSING MY ROAD TEST
~ our new love: the perfect sonnet
~ the peir
~dock jumping...then fountain swimming
~ashlee simspon
~ dance parties on the parking garage
~ the mae concert
~ everything else that i'll remember forever.