July 5th, 2011

July 5, 2011.

This day has not been going well. It’s been hot like you can’t imagine in my poor little oven room. It’s not even a room really, it’s a box with two windows they don’t like me opening and a door. The sun beats shines against my windows and heats up my room to such temperatures that sometimes I find myself lying in my bed, sweating with the fan in my face wondering what would happen if I cracked an egg on the window. Would it cook?
I haven’t really been allowed to go out much with my friends this some, ironic for my summer before college. While they are out at parties and soaking in the sun at the beach here I am, baking to death in my little room alone while everyone is at work. WOO for summer 2011!!

I also really, really miss two things. The internet and beach weather. Internet because even if I was alone for hours and bored out of my mind I still had facebook and youtube; at least I could get on AIM. I’m sick of the heat and my summer is just starting. You know that heat you get that’s so hot you feel like you are suffocating and you almost feel lightheaded with an overwhelming urge to sleep but the moment your head hits the pillow you feel sweat collecting beneath your neck and you realize you’re a lost case? I’ve been feeling that way a lot recently. Far too much. It’s horrible.

I’ve run out of movies to watch and sitting in bed to watch them is too hot. My couch would be a good option if only it was quite enough to lie there without being told to pick something up to put it away.

It’s funny how for so long I wish it to be summer to be able to sleep in and relax and now that it’s hear I feel like I’d be more than willing to trade it for winter break and another 6 months of ongoing school- call me crazy. Maybe it’s the heat.

ALSO.

Drum roll please. The moment has arrived.

I MISS HIGH SCHOOL.

I had a dream about it last night, a math class. The funny thing is when I dream of Redondo Union High School it’s always the same little classroom I dream of. It’s always the same building structure. The same paintings and colors and administrative offices but ironically, in real life the school is nothing like that. But in my dreams? I now it’s the school I’m dreaming about. I’ve dreamt about it many times this summer. Once I was arriving late, the entrance to the school was the entrance of my middle school and I was terrified of being late to class to I arrived in the main office and brought all the ladies breakfast. I sat there a while and helped sort out papers. I had another dream that I was walking to my 5th period Physiology class Junior Year only to realize it was no Senior year and I had 1 minute to get to my 2nd period AP Economics class across the campus. I dream of my math teachers constantly. Why? Who knows. I’ve always found my math teachers to be the easiest to imitate.


My God, have I mentioned how much I miss the internet? I admit I sound utterly pathetic and spoiled because Daisy, there are kids out there who don’t have ANYTHING and they are happy. Yes, yes good for them. Doesn’t make me miss it any less. I feel like jumping into a cold pool by myself with no one else around and stay there for a while with music playing. Sipping a nice cold lemonade. Maybe a peach smoothie?

I feel like suddenly there is so much to say! This wasn’t even planned or anything, I’m writing purely as thoughts come to me. If this is annoyingly disorganized and pathetic I apologize, you can stop reading now. :P


What else… what else…

5 Words that describe your summer: HEAT. FAN. ADELE. HARRY POTTER. SLEEP.

Sounds like my kind of summer. This ALWAYS happens. Given the fact that I’ve been a fan of Harry Potter for some time and have read all the books and finished them about 4 years ago, my summer isn’t summer unless it involves Harry. I always get into the books again during the summer and long for the days that I could have a wand and be Hermione. She’s always been my favorite. I also take a special liking to Luna. Although if I had to be anyone I would also like to be Professor McGonagall because she seems pretty badass. Gracious all the time, regal even.


Hahah I love how Badass is in the MacBook Pro dictionary.
That made my day.
Slightly but it did.

“badass |ˈbadˌas| informal
noun
a tough, aggressive, or uncooperative person : one of them is a real badass, the other's pretty friendly.
adjective
1 tough or aggressive : a strange fellow with a badass temper.
• particularly bad or severe : some badass virus I'd caught at sea.
2 formidable; excellent : this was one badass camera.
ORIGIN 1950s: from the adjective bad + ass 2 .”

I like option 2. She was freakin’ BADASS. WOOT WOOT!



10:14pm.
I ate too much. Now I feel nauseas. Headache, fatigue and nausea and to top it off I was connecting my phone charger to the wall and banged my head against the iron bars of my bed and hit my eyesocket. Lovely Night.