She's So Naive

i miss being young with my friends. sigh-those-were-the-days moment alert! 


i know that i should have been financially smarter (or wiser?) the past few months so that I would have breads to shed this summer. but i didn't feel like it. (i sound like a dick, i know.) honestly. the only thing i feel like doing now is wait. wait for what's going to happen next, to what's in store for me;  I even wonder, just what is it that's going to drive me crazy this time. i feel like not moving and just letting it flow, let the universe do what it supposedly does.

i know it is not what is generally conceived as the right thing to do. it's the same laziness exhibited in our very own Juan Tamad tales after all. but it's summer. i can't think of any reason other than that. it is time to relive the ideologies and cultures of the past decades even though we can only try. and try in vain. it reminds us of the beauty of having an open mind and, towards the end of the season, teaches us the importance of having a critical one.

the same thing happens every year. the people, places, and circumstances change. but it is the same idea, same feeling, same smell. these things that make us feel alive. and i say this with a much-needed emphasis, it makes us feel and makes us feel alive.

so, no, don't hold back. life is about to offer you something better than anything you've ever read. life is about to offer itself to you. hakuna matata!

Meh 1/2/12

Today was spent wandering with C, playing Lego in Hobbes and Landes, and abusing the listening stations in Fully Booked.

It is fun both because it is romanticized by the thought of summer and being carefree, and because this particular season makes me want to try things out more. Any other day, I would have just probably gotten bored.

Back to now. I've been wondering if I should ask L for a copy of some of the things I wrote for him that I no longer have (that I have deleted being so dramatic.) I just really want a copy. I'm not even sure if they're good, I just want to be able to read them again and see if maybe I could recycle them, you know, just for selfish reasons and personal log. But I also think that asking him would seem desperate and pathetic at this point.

Know what,  I should ask some real people instead of talking to myself about this.