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Friday, July 13, 2007

Hey, hey, hey!♥♥♥♥♥ WELCOME BACK, ME!!!!!! X3 I've got a busy weekend coming up, so I figured I'd sit back, relax, and catch up on the things I've kinda slacked on lately. But, I still gotta make this another quick post. I've been drinking alot of lemonade lately, and it's made start thinking about what summer really is. For this post, I'm kinda glad that no one's really gonna read it. I used to think summer meant obvious things. The sun, the heat, the beginning of marching band, the beginning of most birthdays, and parties, and late nights, and sleeping in. But, you know, now that I really have time to think about it, I think that it's just another season. Most people would also put in the part about no school, but for me it's no different. Sure, I don't see some of the people that were in school with me, but I see all of the important people in marching band. Everyone else from school don't seem necessary for my existance. I'd cry if something happened to them, but they're not.. well you get it. But to put a conclusion to my thoughtful rambles, I'd have to say summer is probably not any of those things listed above. I think maybe it's... a feeling. The feeling you get waking up late and deciding what you can do with your day. The feeling you get when you dive head first into a swimming pool. The burn you get on your skin and the feeling of the brag you can tell as to how you got it. The feeling of Ice cold lemonade slid over your tongue and down your throat. When you look at summer this way, you can easily realize that summer is alot like winter. Winter. The cold taste of the air as it fills your lunges and chills your eyes to wear they water excessively. The crunch of the snow as it closes around your leg. So when someone asks, "What's your favorite season?" I honestly don't know how to answer, because I love all those feelings. I don't think life would be worth living without any of them, or from those of school, or those from every other time of the year. In fact, these feelings could be how we survive year to year. We always wait for those feelings of each time of year to envelope us. That's why in the summer, we dream of cooler times, and in the winter we dream of warmer ones.

I'm gonna stop now. ♥♥♥♥
I think I've made my point to myself. XD
I don't think anyone will probably read this entire thing anyways, so.

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