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Friday, August 28, 2009

Get Ready, Its Comin', Its Gunna Happen, Get Ready


Saturday:

When I heard that summer was ending, I realized that there wasn't much that I could do about it. Summers come and go, and sometimes they are exactly what you hoped for and sometimes they really don't live up to their potential. I always watch the bad movies about the last summer before college where a dumb kid falls in love with a dumb girl even though they both know that they are going to break up 45 minutes after the movie ends. These summers really either put a dent into your brain and never let you forget them, or they are so painfully slow that you couldn't remember them if you tried. You don't really know how important summer is to you until you lose it. The idea of "summer" is a childish perk and gives us that freedom to have moments of love and pain without any type of serious structural shape. I'm in that transitional point in my life where summer has really lost its value because I know that I wont be able to have one that will compare to the one that I just had. I walked through Europe without washing my close for five weeks, I laid on the beach, I became an uncle, I threw up my fair share of nights, and I completely ran out of money. I really can't complain.