That Summer.

Who's ready for another caffeine-fueled sermon by yours truly!? That's what I thought! Heeeeere we go!

Into the sea of music:

BISHOP ALLEN. Could any one band sound more adorable!? No. No, it is not possible. So damn cute. So poppy, peppy, and downright HAPPY. Check 'em out, for they are lovely-wonderful-cutesy-tastical. Yeah, that's a word. Don't deny. Specifically: "Corazon" for a darker, slower, touching story of an abandoned piano. "That Summer" for a whimsy trip. "The Chinatown Bus"- My very favorite. And Of course, "Click Click Click Click". It was on a Kodak commercial a while ago. Adorable, as usual. Why can't they tour in OHIO? Yeah. show our corn-filled state some love, would ya? No good bands ever come here. It bites.

Into the sea of hatred: School readings. Why does the institution demand we read boring texts that have no interest to us. Really, I won't read 942 pages of a "western" without cowboys... please. Pick something mildly entertaining, heartbreaking, or classic. Classic literature would be lovely, of course. Like "Catcher in the Rye" or something, please. I beg of thee. Also, on the list of "Hated Things", the end of summer. Oh boy, I can't even deal with that. I CAN'T because I haven't DONE anything! AGH. Why is my life such a lie? I feel like it's a tragedy. Well, ok, to make myself feel better I'm listing things I've done this summer:

-Pulled my first all-nighter.

-Made some new pals.

-Started a journal.

-Went to the pool. Twice.

-Went to the movies. Twice.

-Had a "super-sweet 16".

-Began to play guitar.

-Visited Wapak. Soon to be three times.

Maybe I did something.

But nothing important.

That would happen.

Into the sea of LoOoOove (otherwise known as obsession!):

Yes, I still don't regret that one post... the crazy, lovey one.

But I feel like it was a step towards my obsession. Dammit, another school year with him.

Will I survive without making googly-eyes at him?

I sure hope so. I feel like googly-eyeing him would make for some awkward situations. It definitely would. Let's avoid this fate, shall we?

I'll do my best. No promises.

But I can assure you there'll be awkward conversations ahead. Oh joy. *intentional sarcasm...*

Well, I could probably write an entire blog post about situations and encounters I'd like to have with him, but seriously... I don't want to bore what readers I have to tears. Nobody wants to read teenage fluff. Not even me.

Caffeine-fueled sermon is just... going. Going, going.

It has no point. Maybe I should state a moral.

"Do not fall for men who cannot possibly love you back".

That is called unrequited love, my darlings, and it's not something you want to happen to you, you hear?

Yeah you better.

Errr... CAFFEINE! SHOWER! FROSTED FLAKES!

GOODNIGHT.

I love you.