Summers of the past: Shorts, tanktops, sun. My face was always burnt and you could see the time I spent outside on my shoulders and legs. I slept until 2 in the afternoon and stayed out until 2 in the morning. Lots of friends, lots of boys. Day after day, fun, drama, free.

This summer: Work uniform and pajamas. I sleep until 11 maybe and fix myself something to eat. I work, come home, watch t.v. or use the internet and totally forget that I have friends out there who are missing me.

Ooops?

Im not complaining or anything, I just kinda realized now that it is actually summer and I am actually seventeen and there is actually stuff to do.

Pardon me while I let my dorkiness show and admit to the world that I spent the day reading, watching design shows, and going to Target with my mom.

Yay for design shows, tho. I love those things. Sometimes I get bored and flip back and forth between it and other shows until about the 55th minute of the hour when I know the results will be revealed.

It's then that I gasp in horror or envy the lucky homeowners and remind myself to copy down the number and give them a call when I actually own a house.

So Jena called and asked where I was. The car was full of people. I wanted to go.

Really.

No, Really. I promise.

As juvenille and monotonous as I find that it sometimes turns out to be, there are other times when letting go of your inhibitions is a total blast.

..It's just that no one warned me that they had anything planned for tonight. So I already got bathed and changed in preperation for my slightly early wake up tomorrow. (9:30)

Oh God, help me. Im like 70 years old. I want to be fun again! I really do!

2003-06-10 - 9:37 p.m.
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