Counting down the days

Oh Summer, you and I, we are finished

...and I'm ready for you to leave now.


Every August I reach a point where the start of the semester dangles, almost tangibly in front of me. It begins to consume my thoughts. I spend my free time immersed in endless unnecessary preparations. Reading my text books, taking notes, organizing and reorganizing my backpack, compulsively checking the air in my bike tires. The list goes on.

It's not a voluntary switch. It's just something that happens. Once I can see it I am unable to focus on anything else. The last precious days of summer can't seem to slip away fast enough. I grow restless. I struggle to cope with the very thought of free time. I look endlessly for things to do, but am unable to find anything that will appease me.

That's where I'm at right now. Sitting here with 33 entire hours before the start of the semester, totally and completely unable to stand the wait.

You know how terrible road trips are when you're little?
When you're driving long distances without much scenery and your parents refuse to stop so you can walk off the restless?

That's how I feel. Like I'm trapped in a tiny hot car with nothing to do, listening to Neil Diamond/Alvin and the Chipmunks go Country/the church chior's latest cassette tape on repeat, with nothing to look at, no good food to eat, and about a million miles between me and the next time I get to stand up, let alone pee.

These are the days the dog and I spend lying on the couch
whining at each other that we're bored.
Surrounded by the million things we started to do
and then lost interest in.
Stuck in between wanting to get up
and being overwhelmed at how unsavory
everything
and everyone else looks...


Lucky for us
it only lasts
a couple of days a year
and we're so very, very pathetic
and terribly cute
or Goose would smother both of us
to death
in our sleep.

:P


Song of the Day is






Couldn't help but smile when I saw the video for this one. ;) Missing you.