I've developed an unhealthy addiction to summer and everything is does to me. The sunshine just creeps through my veins, lingering in my heart and in my brain. I'm lazier than my usual school self, but it feels right. It's just a weird, mellow feeling. Like I was listening to music earlier, and suddenly I made my own daydreams out of the music. I never really connected the two arts, of visual and auditory, together- try it sometime- it's surreal.
I've hung with my best friend practically ever single day this week. I'm so happy for that- sometimes he can totally crush my esteem, but this week all I felt was better about myself. The people that can crush you, but don't, are the people you should try your hardest to keep in your life. :) He left today for his summer program. I'm not sad because I know our summers will be good ones, even though they will be mostly separate.
I started reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows the other day, before school let out. I'd forgotten how "fun" reading is when you do it simply for enjoyment, instead of as a source of archetypes and varying sentence structures. I think I might just hit up a Borders sometime before I leave for my program. I'm also gonna (hopefully) buy Catcher in the Rye and The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and re-read both of them. Any suggestions for books for me to take (preferably about teenage shenanigans, adventures, and self-discovery)?
I'm not sure that I put leisure reading in my summer post. I also want to make my own dreamcatcher. :D And tie-dye a shirt. And put some crazy color (pink/purple?) temporarily in my hair, probably around my birthday.
the summer lives on in me and my desires,
fueled by the sunshine and moonlit bonfires.