Crazy Summer Boy

Before summer even began I already contemplated on what I would do during the brief vacation after months of sleepless nights, trauma and suffering that is nicknamed 'school'. I dreaded that summer would come actually, which eventually did. I'm still dreading the weeks to come before enrollment. Why? Well, let's just say that at this time of the year I'm completely blank and sweating while being blank because of the heat and nothing to do and-- whatever! I'm completely out of interest on any other things except being obsessed on what to do this summer and asking myself if I'm enjoying the experience or not. I'm going crazy. The house arrest is driving me to slit my wrist just for fun and the pain. 'Coz you know, they say the pain is the fun part... Okay, I totally made that up. I don't know. I'm just really bored.

I admit that I'm not trying hard to finding a summer job because I don't know where to look and I'm a lazy ass daydreamer. I am. No, really. While summer classes sound great(oh yeah, totally) I can't be bothered on waking up early due to staying up late surfing the internet and watching the DVD boxset of Friends Season 4. I am so not gonna be worrying about grades this time! I'm gonna relax and fly to an imaginary place where a hammock is floating on a calm blue sea. Dreamy. I even quit my gym membership because I really don't feel the people there. I think I'm coming back next month though. I think. Maybe.

So I decided that I'm gonna read more books to improve my writing which I'm not doing. I always swear tomorrow I'm gonna do it but... SIGH. I'm so hoping I could get my wish for this summer to come already so that I could practice and that would be fun for like a week but who cares? I'm having fun! Oh! And a relationship? I could be in one. But who? Argh! I hate this! Find me a partner, will you?