After all these years, I still can't decide if I like summer or hate it with a passion.
First it's nice to go outside without wearing many portective layers, but then again many abuse that priviledge by wearing as little as they can and stilll be publically decent.
First it's pleasantly warm, and then it's so hot and humid that indoor swimming pools get jealous.
I suppose I shouldn't complain. I am anyway, but I really shouldn't.
This is far too late to be typing an entry. I fear that if I let this go on much longer it will become an angsty kind of entry - the one that always makes me wonder, "What was I thinking?" when I reread it the next morning.
Enough of that. Even my creaky/hard/narrow dorm bed looks inviting right about now. It must be really late.
I'm officially 21 now. Yea for me.