I can't wait for days to blur together in that way that only summers after a school year can. Those days that consist of nothing and everything that you always and never needed or wanted. Those days when you wake up, inexplicably, at 8 in the morning and wonder why you couldn’t do that while in school. Those days when you sit next to friends and ask "so, what should we do?" and not hear an answer for a good few minutes, after which time the answer is usually something no more profound than "I dunno." Lazy days and hazy nights. Running down streets, with lights passing overhead in a line like a long exposure photo. I can't wait because I've seen and heard what happens when those days are no longer as freely available.

So often I've heard people older than me say something along the lines of "I look in the mirror and am surprised by the grey haired person staring back at me." I suppose that's not a terrible thing, since it kind of implies that they feel younger than their age. But the majority of those people out of school do not get those summers back. Those summers are replaced by 1 week vacations, after which they're greeted with a stack of papers, piled to the ceiling, and a boss wondering where the TPS reports went. I wonder, have they done what they wanted to do? Are they doing what they want to do?

We take chances and test limits - usually for no other reason except that we can. When we are young, we can take those chances without the world falling in on us.

We take that for granted, until we're the ones standing in front of that mirror after one lazy lunch, trying to remember where we put our cane and wondering if it's too early to go to bed. Who knows.

What are your summer plans?

This layout is pretty different from the other. It's plain - uncomplicated. I might keep it for about 3 months.

I could complain a lot and all that, but the truth is, I'm fortunate in many ways and shouldn't complain.

My writing has gotten very fluffy lately. Clouds would look at them and say to each other "wow. fluffy." I find myself writing about things that are pretty intangible and without concrete solutions. A bit frustrating, but still interesting. I'll try for something less-fluffy.

Change is afoot. Afoot? About. In the works.

After thinking for quite some time, I've found that this school is in fact teaching me something. It is teaching me to care less. Not to be careless. Just to care less. Is that good? I guess it's good and bad. The problem is that I will always care as much as I want, about what I want. This place is a path previously well-traveled. Oh well.

What use is it to travel a path already paved? It's easier? Sure. But if our lives are a set of jungles, with different experiences and monkeys around each corner, why take the guided tour?

Grab a canteen, put on some clean underwear, and discover your own monkeys. Make friends with them, have a chat over bananas and leaves, pee everywhere, and keep moving. …Why not?

I realized that my profile pic is pretty old. I haven't changed it though. This is a recent photo.

I want to grow my hair longer, and maybe straighten it. Good idea?