So, summer has officially begun!
(for me).
It began last Thursday, but today is the first real day of summer, because it is the first Day-When-I-Usually-Have-Class-But-Not-Anymore day.
A good day.
Yesterday was also good. I spent the day at the beach. I was going to post photographs of my adventures, but the photographs will be returned next Tuesday, so I decided not to. I went with Crystal, a girl I met at Café Julia, and her best friend, Casey. We climbed a dune. Then we ran down. Then I found some rocks, which are really nice. Then I climbed up.
"Where are you going to put those rocks?"
"In my garden."
Then I was laughed at. Then I climbed a tree and lounged in it, and smoked my pipe and dreamed of exactly what was happening. It was a lovely dream. A couple boats went by. A couple clouds went by. A couple breezes went by. Then I climbed down and we drove around and listened to music.
Many music.
Mika, Reel Big Fish, Ben Folds, Dresden Dolls, Streetlight Manifesto, Queen, and all those other bands I would list to make myself feel cool.
Next week maybe I'll go to Chicago. Crystal and Casey and I were going to drive there and back yesterday evening, but we decided not to. "We decided not to" as in, "someone is afraid of what they're boyfriend thinks". Maybe later.
Today, what did I do?
I played piano. Then I went to the café and wrote in my journals, and wrote jokes, and wrote things. Then I made a CD. Then I talked to my mother, and then had dinner.
And then, and then, and then.
(As you can see, I am very excited).
It started to rain, and will for the next two days. Which means nothing. My coffee was exceptional today. As were my pens; sometimes they do not write so well, but not today, no, they were just as excited as I was to be doing what they love to do. My hands were also fantastic today.
Sometimes they shake.
Tomorrow I am going to Men's Breakfast at six, and then Ma's Coffee Pot at nine thirty. I like Ma's Coffee Pot, because it's a cheap knockoff of Waffle House (not as good, but just the same). I will then sit in the porch during the rain and write and draw. You know.
I looked through my journal and found that I never finished my rating of the three doughnuts I had in Detroit. For some reason, that kind of brings me down. I'm a quitter, even when it comes to things I love...
