summer | Thesourpatchkid17: Amazing thoughts of the day

Well hello earth, im back. Between my last post and now, various events have bombarded my life. Some great, others in the middle, and some could say should never have happened. But guess what, they did. And Im still here, happy, energetic, random, and still a clutz.

So after April came May, then June…and the ever famous summer. As my freshman year of college wrapped up, I realized how many years I have been in school. Way too many. When I was 11 or so, I would “play” with my older cousin who was in high school. He seemed so much more older, which he was. But when my little brain started to imagine and try to grasp the conept of high school, well….it couldn’t. It seemed sooooo far away! Like I would never get old enough and that I would never be able to do the things my cousin could. Ohhhhh my little mind, how it still makes me laugh. But here I am, I’ve graduated high school, finished up my freshman year of college, and now barreling through my sophmore year. It would be naive of me to think that it should get easier, but I sure was hoping the stress would stay limited. mmmm, speaking/thinking too soon really should be prohibited. This semester is filled with 3 classes. 3 classes? Oh man, she has it easy…bitch thinks she has it hard. Well, maybe I dont. But trying to take Microbiology, Anatomy and Physiology, and Chemistry all at once seems to suffocate me enough. Esp when all the syllibi and assignments start to run together…bahhh. AP biology was nice, real nice now that I look back.

Well, this year is famous. Crazy weather….like my first earthquake. Thats right, Im no longer an earthquake virgin. The various catastrophies like the hurricanes and tsunamis have left the globe thinking twice about precautions. 2011 you sly devil.

Oh, and the ending of the Harry Potter movie series. Ending is a bit harsh I guess, at least for our human minds to grasp. Imagination just doesnt like to hear that there’s an end or a limitation….so I guess we can all just agree that J.K. Rowling started forming carpal tunnel disease and cut the series short or something. But I seriously loved it! The adventures, the many movie theater memories….esp midnight premieres…..I mean, I can proudly say I grew up with the movies/books.

In addition to wizards and such, I managed to have fun in the sun with my lovely muggle friend cc. Oh a whole week at the beach….seems so much and so little at the same time. My favorite activity (other than shopping)? A juggle between hotel hoping, running in the rain (which felt more like a continuous waterfall wherever I went), and playing in the gigantic golf course sprinklers. But when it comes down to it, its not always the activities that make it worthwhile, its the people you are with. And thats all I needed.

There was another time in which our family travelled down to our beach condo, and that time Alexis came. God I love this girl and how utterly unique she can be. We soaked up the sun, bewitched boys, and shopped together like never before. But lets just pause and go back to the boys. Wow. Mine was one weirdo that I dropped quick. Usually my beach trips other a wider variety of guys. I can choose from tan or white, brown hair/blonde hair, super buff or toned…I mean its like ordering pizza. But maybe it was the time of year that we went…idk. I wont ever know. But I digress. Short story, the boy told me that when he saw me he knew I was his future wife. Ok, yeah….hahaha, funny. I see, just random talk to get you smiling. But no, this dude was serious. And then after a day of texting I get various messages saying he “loves me.” Hold up. Pause. Delete. Forget and never look back. And that right there is my funny beach boy story.

But before I said goodbye to my lovely summer vacation/break, I rounded up a few friends and we went camping. Island camping. An evening out on the lake, listening…or lets say blasting music, riding the jet ski in the pitch black, ordering pizza, canoeing until 4 am, and of course making a fire was the ever so superb and perfect ending to my summer.

But that’s that, onward I go…marching to another drum. Sophmore year, here I come.