It's alive.

Summer's in the air and there's six weeks left of school now. Jodi told me something like, "These are the moments. Make sure you cherish them," which is [believe it or not] pretty hard to do when I'm so miserable every day I'm in that building. I started off the year being disgusted with my math class and it's turned out to be the only bearable class I've got. Jessie and I are doing pretty well sitting next to only each other, exchanging glances, and writing irritated notes to one another.

But this isn't what I wanted to talk about, dammit! SUMMER IS IN THE AIR which means my time spent at home has become increasingly productive the last few days, and I've been wearing shorts more often. [I confess I used the word "last" in that sentence because I didn't want to figure out whether I should write "past" or "passed"... even though I'm pretty sure it's "passed," and this should be easy but never seems to be for me]. It's so strange, and I know I've mentioned this numerous times, to think about the fact that this summer is coming, and it's not just a two month summer, and then back to school. There's nothing set to define it. I've got to find a new way to do that from now on. Thank the gods for six weeks. I've got fabric, and beads, and a video camera, much more skin than I had last year, and another pair of hands. I have a different bedroom [so to speak], a fresh drive, and a new work out plan. But most of all, I've got what so many people want, but never have. And that's fucking beautiful, and it's time I make that known.

I feel like a better person now.