i haven't felt as good as i do right now in awhile, and i think it can be solely attributed to the fact that i've taken four 12-hour claritin today.
you do the math.
some thoughts from a brain working overtime.
this summer was arguably the best of my life. i ran out of fingers and toes upon which to count my beach expeditions. in fact, i have my own private beach in the trunk of my car. i'll clean it out eventually. (my pep band shirt is still in there from the last pep band game in march. yeahhhhhhhh.) i had and continue to have a job that i actually don't mind going to. i made and continue to make money to support my heroin habit bank account. i played in the rain and played gangster rap on galilee escape. i saw dave. twice. i saw phish. i did my summer reading (okay, except bonfire.) i went to hoby and made friends for a lifetime. i met johnny depp's twin, i swear to god. i wrote to the kind people at collegeboard and they gave me an 800. in exchange i shrugged off a 2 on the ap chem exam. i saw ross and was able to clear up some gray areas regarding... stuff. i partied, which es mas importante. i made new friends that i didnt even know went to my school. i went to florida. i had a $12 pina colada and enjoyed every drop (among others). i somehow managed to forget about school. i saw yale. i saw bc. i saw harvard. i was confrontational without regret. i got 2 new gold rings for absolutely free, but one i returned. i realized that i'm 17 and it's okay for me to not give a shit where shit does not deserve to be given. i brushed my shoulders off. i fell in love with j. crew. i grew closer to a friend when she was 3,000 miles away, and another when he was 60 miles away. i missed ryan more than i thought i could ever miss anyone ever. i licked my knife and said it was good. i saw a blue moon and said it was good. i entered and i exited a relationship faster than you can bat your eyelashes. i got hurt. i hurt. i got over it. fast. i regretted. i moved on. (or maybe it's better to say i regressed?) i pumped my first tank of gas by myself and survived. i practiced my math by sox stats. i grew.
you live.
you learn.
i can honestly say that i did both. and i am happy for that.
i feel compelled to say thanks.