
1. Eating things from the fridge that you are not supposed to eat. Such as a fingerful of chocolate frosting from a cake that is for your mother's party tomorrow, or a sneak peak at the leftovers. Late night snacking, mmmm. <3 style="font-weight: bold;">Imogen Heap. One of my heroines. She does what she likes, makes music as she likes it, and has fun. I love her, I love her freedom, and I love her way of sound and life.
3. Getting a big, long skirt and walking barefoot down the middle of the street. Oh, it is so free. Walk walk walking down the street, it is so empty, and oh so lovely. The trees framing the street so well.
4. Water. Do not ever take for granted the taste of a big old mug of warm water, maybe a dash of sugar. And then a nice old bubble bath, which would be impossible without our lovely friend, H2O.
5. Cheering people up. I'm not saying that having depressed friends is fun, it's not. But the feeling that somebody is happier, somebody has risen above a depression, and you got to watch them do it. It's a nice feeling.
Oh, and the past four days for me have been fun. I've made a desicion to quit my whining about how boring everything is just because I'm not creative enough to come up with interesting things to do on my own. So I've gotten huge stacks of interesting books from the library, I've drawn murals on the street with chalk, and I've run away only not really. I've learned to take off my bra without taking off my shirt, I've learned how to make hair dye stay in my hair for longer. I've discovered new music, and I've danced like an idiot about the house. I've pretended I was a raver and I've pretended I was a hippie. I am having fun. I am not going to let this summer let go.
But at the same time, I'd love it if the next 3 months just flew by. I want them to go away and never come back. I want to run into the terminal and fly into him an hold on and never let go and that's all I want. And I know I said (to myself) that I would not mention lovers on these dumb things anymore, but it's true.
So, summer. Are you going to work with me or against me? HMMM?
I'm rather conflicted for a 15 year old!
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