It hit that point today where it kicks you in the ass that your summer is almost over. The point where you are like "I go back in three weeks, no wait ...two... no, three" and you are starting to lost track of dates, events and plans. (ie. "we should go out on saturday!" and you agree only to realize that you are already like tripple booked... I hate this part of summer)
As my summer draws to a close, I find humorous happenings like my parents being like "are you going to celebrate the "end of summer" every weekend until it ends?" (in which the obvious response is yes. and by celebrate they clearly mean come home or call home drunk and embarass the shit out of myself ). OR the phrase "are you the first kid to call your parents to tell them you were in a cougar bar and you loved it?". I amaze myself with what I do when I am intoxicated.
But alas, I have evaluated my summer goals and realized I met most of them...here goes:
1) Ipod (done...)
2) Nike Shocks (greatly appreciated, however I have ruined the white colour by dragging them through the mud on drunken nights)
3) Camping with friends, partying with friends from highschool, and planning a spurt of the moment trip (TO thurs/fri)
But of course, the things I didn't get to do:
1) see all the people from my floor who I was positive I would see (I believe I have seen 2. Margaux and Renders (anni when I went to jack astor's but that was the only time...but I am counting it...so 3)
2) work somewhere fun and interesting ( I wasted my days at a job I hated and cannot wait to end (one week :) )
Okay, I am done with brackets and ellipsis...I will end on that
robbie
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