I realise this is infact, irrelevent to, well, anything. But I have got my Sam Robertson pout dowwwwnnn to a fine art, homies. Ignore the fact that my mouth is indeed lopsided, just look at the pout. Look.At.That.Pout. I’d like to see you try and imitate that in the mirror, Chi.
 Anyway. That’s not why I made an entry.
I just visited my friend Paula’s LiveJournal, and one of her entries was recapping her summer, how much fun it’s been, etc etc. And it got me thinking about my own summer; and it really has been the best summer of my life. Granted, yes, it’s been a lot shorter, going from three months to a month and a half isn’t exactly a bed of roses, but what’s not to like?
There’s been alcohol, theres been macking, theres been friends; old and new; local and from other countries, theres been Dir en grey; one of the most amazing and emotional nights of my life, theres been singing and dancing, theres been sitting outside until 1:30AM waiting for a taxi with a guy I’d only just met whilst he told me the best way to drink absynthe, there’s been London, theres been getting lost on the tube, theres been getting yer techno out, theres been going to bed late and waking up late, theres been parades, theres been photography, theres been….. summer.
I can’t fit my summer into a text box, and yes, a lot of the time I have just been gawping at this damned PC screen, but you know what? It was the tits. I complain about summer every single year, but hey, maybe it’s not so bad after all. And the best part? I’ve got 2 weeks left.
I got an email from Butty today, he’s organising the last pub crawl with the gang before we all go our seperate ways, and it’s strange to think that a lot of them I won’t see again, I mean, I’m not too upset about it, the ones I’d miss most are still staying in Norwich, and those that are moving away I can see when they come back to visit Norwich, or go and visit them, it’s just the shock, that we’re 17/18/19, and some of my friends are moving to the other side of the country, some of my friends are moving in with their boyfriends, hell, some of my friends are getting MARRIED. And me? Well, I’m still at home, at school, unsure what I want to do with the rest of my life. But that’s a story for another day, I guess.
Also, in my last entry. Remeber how I hoped my grades were as good as I told everyone they would be? They weren’t. I got a B in photography. I should be happy with it, I’m not. I’ve stopped feeling sorry for myself though; I was pacified by a present from Paul. I just have to remember it’s about “talent” and experience. Not grades.
♥: Reflective.
♪: Schwarz Stein – Emergence of Silence
GAH! I was supposed to have a bit o’ space there..
CHAD. Baby…
Drasinnja~
I DID actually ask him about web space, however, sadly, he said no. D:
I’ll explain why next time I speak to you~
Yano that was beautiful to read, even more beautiful when I realised most of my summer was spent razzing about with you, being one of my best friends, whom I always felt I never spent enough time with. It has been a truly amazing summer, thanks for the fun we’ve had and the virginities you’ve taken
I came across my own epiphany this summer, one that helped me come to terms with everything life related, after receiving my own grades. I wasn’t shocked nor overlly upset with what I got but what did upset me, if only for a little while, was realising I can’t seem to push myself to be anymore than average, I don’t feel like I excel in anything and as I watch my friends fly by doing what they’re good at doing, I’m stuck on a very average track. But then the epiphany came, though I see everyone else moving on and doing great things, while I’m still at home, it shouldn’t matter because at the end of the day I may not be doing great things but I am happy, I’m damn happy =] and I’m not ready to move out or shove myself into a full time job at crappy Boots. So I’ll be joining you this year in the spirit of not knowing where to go with life, I’ll be at home with a part-time job and heading back to the college.
Well done with your grades, we all know you’ve got the talent =]
I hope you can worry less about how other people live their lives and make sure you’re happy, cos that really is all that matters =]
Love.
It’s been a real pleasure, and thank you for allowing me to take your many virginities- just like Icarus you must be feeling as if you’ve been raped the rate we’ve been going. ;DD Next on the list is definitely Jeremy Kyle. As it happens one of the many points of summer I meant to add but forgot when it came to writing it up was that I got to spend 4 days in a row with one of my best friends, and ironically, while I forgot to mention it, that was probably the best part of my summer. I feel the same as you in regards to never spending enough time with each other, but we’re getting closer and I’m happy about that, and I hope we continue to do so. I love you, and I don’t tell you that enough. I’m glad that out of all the people who’ve come and gone in my life, you’re one of the (only) ones who’ve stayed there.
Congratulations on your grades, nonetheless. I completely understand what you’re saying there, I felt the same. I wasn’t so much upset, but kinda angry for not being able to get that A, ya know? And you’re damn right, as long as we’re happy what we’re doing, who cares? We know what’s right for us, we should make life what we want it to be, not what other people say it should be. I’m glad you’ve realised this, it’s actually made things alot clearer to me too, so thank you for sharing your epiphany.
Love. xxxx