It’s 2:49 a.m. and I have the assignment for my grammar and style class on my lap, but I couldn’t care less about it.
I just want to say I miss summer soooo bad. I watched this video this guy made from his Caribbean vacation with this High Times song behind it, and I was just dying to jump in the ocean.
The grammar assignment isn’t much, I just have to read a few pages. I’ll do it in between classes.
I miss summer.
so.
much.
I’d give anything to just run down the burning sand and dive into the bathwater-warm Atlantic right now.
So, I bought my tickets to California also. I’m leaving New York June 17 and doing a week in SF, a week in Sac, and a week in Reno, give or take a few days. I might go back and forth a bit, Mario and I were talking about maybe doing some kind of Sac expatriate meetup at the Merc or something odd like that.
I’m still in debt, but at least I’ll be looking forward to an amazing vacation. I’ll still be telecommuting while on “vacation,” so that will be rather odd, but I’ll still get to see everyone I miss.
I’m loving Taken by Trees and Washed Out. Such a great EP.
This probably sounds really scattered, but it’s late and I’m not really tired. I forgot my pillow yet again, so I’ve got to just deal. My bed is so uncomfortable, I’ve got to remember to get an egg crate thing.
All of my undone tasks are catching up with me. I’m supposed to have all this stuff done for work but really I only have 50% done if that. I wish I had a switch that I could turn myself off and go to sleep.
I’m seeing Asobi Sesku next week, which should be awesome. I had this whole semioticsblarg to write about this show I saw, but my wrists are killing me and I just don’t have time. Maybe later when I’ve finished the other 10,000 things I’m doing and then can find some kind of time-space inversion to do voice-recognition in at my college.
Categories: Ennui