22 August 2007
♥ it's the last night of summer.
There are a few things to look forward to--snazzy new building, finally being a senior, new clothes to wear, and so forth--but at the same time, I'm dreading the end of an era. The end of old Lakewood, the oh-so-very final end of my friendships with several people I've been close to for a long time, and, of course, the end of the Summer of the Panda. [Note: I feel confident that the Year of the Panda will continue in a similar fashion to that of its seasonal predecessor.]
For better or for worse, this summer I:
travelled to Europe,
lost a trusted friend,
made several trips to a courthouse for all the wrong reasons,
drank in excess,
became familiar with the term "chode,"
saw my bestest friend from California,
screwed up in the worst possible way on two separate occasions,
pierced my ears Parent Trap-style,
skinny-dipped,
learned to French-inhale,
saved a spider named Fred,
got in a retarded text-fight with an ex I never want to forget,
blew off my summer homework until tonight,
spent far more money than I should have,
got a job,
made tons of new (and hot) friends at work
(one of whom has reached the status of more-than-friends),
lied to my parents,
ate about a thousand pounds of ice cream,
gained weight,
lost weight,
cut my hair,
acquired a taste for passionfruit truffles,
bonded with my cousin,
tried haggis,
finally wrote my extended essay,
missed about a million people,
rediscovered reading (it's lovely!),
redecorated my room,
successfully disguised my love for a girl called Mary Jane,
considered lesbianism or nunnery,
remembered how much I love horses,
reconnected with someone I've always admired,
and,
most importantly,
regained a sense of self.
To my senior year, which I know will be the best yet: for better or for worse, here I come.
For better or for worse, this summer I:
travelled to Europe,
lost a trusted friend,
made several trips to a courthouse for all the wrong reasons,
drank in excess,
became familiar with the term "chode,"
saw my bestest friend from California,
screwed up in the worst possible way on two separate occasions,
pierced my ears Parent Trap-style,
skinny-dipped,
learned to French-inhale,
saved a spider named Fred,
got in a retarded text-fight with an ex I never want to forget,
blew off my summer homework until tonight,
spent far more money than I should have,
got a job,
made tons of new (and hot) friends at work
(one of whom has reached the status of more-than-friends),
lied to my parents,
ate about a thousand pounds of ice cream,
gained weight,
lost weight,
cut my hair,
acquired a taste for passionfruit truffles,
bonded with my cousin,
tried haggis,
finally wrote my extended essay,
missed about a million people,
rediscovered reading (it's lovely!),
redecorated my room,
successfully disguised my love for a girl called Mary Jane,
considered lesbianism or nunnery,
remembered how much I love horses,
reconnected with someone I've always admired,
and,
most importantly,
regained a sense of self.
To my senior year, which I know will be the best yet: for better or for worse, here I come.
8/22/2007
