Summer still sucks….

God, it feels great to know that both of my sisters are going on long and enjoyable vacations far from home with their significant others, while I will be stuck in my crappy little town with no freinds and nothing to do but wallow in my own lack of air conditioning because my parents don’t want to add the use of air cooling units to their bill…

That was a long sentense, but it describes what will be my suck ass summer. Yes, once again I’m ranting about summer and it’s glaring lack of awesome. Those of you who love summer, be greatful, because I wish I could do more durring the warm months than complain. But it’s easy to complain when you know you’re going to be bored as hell and uncomfortable. The only thing I suppose I have to look foward to is playing through Zelda Twilight Princess…again. Maybe I’ll actually finish the game this time (I still have yet to defeat the infamous ginger Ganondorf). Its a good game at least, entertaining, decent animation, and a great soundstrack. Yes, I downloaded it and I love it. Other than that and maybe hanging out at the Play ‘n’ Trade, talking to the scruffy, lanky, generic teenaged boy clerk about video games (which I’m not really into) and maybe finding a decent RPG to play for a few days and then get bored with. Not to mention spending time with (or hopefully without) the two nemesis five year olds that are my parentals. Yeah, this summer’s going to be great…..

Summer sucks….

I hate summer, I really do. Not to sound like Holden Caulfield (to those of you who’ve read Catcher in the Rye) but I’m about to complain, because as I said, I hate summer. Don’t be mistaken, I enjoy not having school or schoolwork, or having to get up early, and swiming, and going on vacation, and hanging out with friends. The thing is, when it’s summer, I don’t have school, but I always have school work; I naturally get up early, I have no where to go swimming, and my family doesn’t take vacations. And I can’t hang out with freinds because they are on vacation. So really all that summer means to me is too much hot weather and too much time on my hands. It’s a kick in the face.

I dispise hot weather; it makes me feel like I’ve turned into uncooked dough and it’s not pleasant. It’s hard to breath, the sun is too bright, it’s boring as hell; really not pleasant. I’m a winter person. I really love winter. I love snow, cold weather, and yes, freezing my ass off. My favorate thing to do durring winter is go out in shorts and maybe a long sleeved T-shirt, run seven miles while freezing my ass off and brainstorming for my book. I really get great ideas sometimes when I run, and I had some excellent precipitation this past winter.

Winter is just great. Everything is better in winter. Food tastes better, music sounds better, and I feel better. If I could I’d move to Canada and live somewhere nice and cold…

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I find highschool can quite suck for those who already know what they’re going to do with their life. Those who don’t know spend their four years fooling around with friends, studying, playing sports, and joining clubs. They wait for something to come to them. High school always goes to fast for them. As for those who know, it’s a viscus stream of hell. Stuck in classes listening to teachers monologue about things irrelevant to their future. Like geometry . There can’t many things more irrelevant to the future of an aspiring writter than SohCahToa. I imagine SohCahToa as some kind of three headed monster that torments teenagers and now, with the advent of curriculum reform, tweeners…I have no use for Geometry, Pythagoras, or SohCahToa, unless I ever write a story about them…which I won’t. Maybe one day I’ll write a story about a three headed monster that terrorizes children…which I also probably won’t.I don’t write those kinds of stories.

I find highschool can quite suck for those who already know what they’re going to do with their life. Those who don’t know spend their four years fooling around with friends, studying, playing sports, and joining clubs. They wait for something to come to them. High school always goes to fast for them. As for those who know, it’s a viscus stream of hell. Stuck in classes listening to teachers monologue about things irrelevant to their future. Like geometry . There can’t many things more irrelevant to the future of an aspiring writter than SohCahToa. I imagine SohCahToa as some kind of three headed monster that torments teenagers and now, with the advent of curriculum reform, tweeners…I have no use for Geometry, Pythagoras, or SohCahToa, unless I ever write a story about them…which I won’t. Maybe one day I’ll write a story about a three headed monster that terrorizes children…which I also probably won’t.I don’t write those kinds of stories.