It's the one sign every summer-loving human being hates to see.
Their breath.
I walked outside tonight to view the meteor shower when I noticed it was a bit on the chilly side. I tensed up, went towards the light, gently exhaled, and my concerns were justified. Seeing the physical form of your body's expleted CO2 is the sign of summer's end. A summer that hasn't started for me yet.
School ended May 17th, and in over 2 months I haven't been down the shore once. Or done anything really.
I know I should really grow up. But I'm only 20! Twenty is a lot younger then it was back in the day. People were married by now, having children. Everyone else I know never has to be up to work at 7AM.
Time just seems to be slipping through these humungous cracks that I can't even attempt to patch up. A summer wasted? Probably. What do I have to show for it? Do I always have to have something to show for everything? Not necessarily, but it wouldn't hurt either. A girlfriend, a roadtrip... hell getting laid or a shoulder rub would give me something to fly high on my flag pole.
I can't help but feel that I'm getting a raw deal. All my friends are out and about. I'm stuck. But this is the thing. I go outdoors now. It's not me anymore. Before it was me being a prude. Now I'm drinking on weeknights! Hell I might get high tonight, who knows.
I get my wisdom teeth out on Tuesday. I get a couple days off. Woo fucking hoo.
Their breath.
I walked outside tonight to view the meteor shower when I noticed it was a bit on the chilly side. I tensed up, went towards the light, gently exhaled, and my concerns were justified. Seeing the physical form of your body's expleted CO2 is the sign of summer's end. A summer that hasn't started for me yet.
School ended May 17th, and in over 2 months I haven't been down the shore once. Or done anything really.
I know I should really grow up. But I'm only 20! Twenty is a lot younger then it was back in the day. People were married by now, having children. Everyone else I know never has to be up to work at 7AM.
Time just seems to be slipping through these humungous cracks that I can't even attempt to patch up. A summer wasted? Probably. What do I have to show for it? Do I always have to have something to show for everything? Not necessarily, but it wouldn't hurt either. A girlfriend, a roadtrip... hell getting laid or a shoulder rub would give me something to fly high on my flag pole.
I can't help but feel that I'm getting a raw deal. All my friends are out and about. I'm stuck. But this is the thing. I go outdoors now. It's not me anymore. Before it was me being a prude. Now I'm drinking on weeknights! Hell I might get high tonight, who knows.
I get my wisdom teeth out on Tuesday. I get a couple days off. Woo fucking hoo.