So the days have wound down so much now that I don't even need to turn around to see the calendar. There's today. There's tomorrow. Then there's me driving at 6 in the morning to school.
To save you from a boring entry, let's say I slept all day. I want to send this summer off, but it's not worth it. I don't even consider summer as ending. I don't even count it.
I guess that's it.
Summer's gone, and winter is never too far now. When my poor arms, outstretched so long that my bones are now breaking.
Hey Summer, thanks for coming.
Oldies, But Goodies
WATCH THESE MOVIES!
- Pirates of the Carribean (all 3, HEY HEY, don't be so condescending...)
- The Fountain
- Lars and the Real Girl
- Wristcutters: A Love Story
- June
- Once
1 comment:
i've always thought that there was a difference between something ending and something finishing. ending has always sounded so casual, initimate, and somewhat openended. with finished, however, there's this sense of complete non-objective finality. i feel the same way about certain aspects of this summer. i'm just glad that those aspects are finished. if this summer doesn't count and isn't worth sending off, at least it's finished, that way no more time can be wasted on it.
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