I thoroughly enjoyed this past semester, but it’s nice to finally be back home for the summer holidays. I drove to the grocery this afternoon with my windows rolled down all the way. I know that the whole image of “freedom = driving with the windows down” is an awful cliche, but in my opinion, there's no better way to celebrate the first day of summer. It’s as if I’m becoming alive again. It’s as though the fresh honeysuckle air rejuvenated me somehow, cleansing me of the smog and dirt of College Park.
I belted my favorite songs that I put on a mix CD that I made last year. Then I belted the songs from the Tallest Man On Earth CD that I bought last month. It’s amazing how the same songs continue to make me feel things each time I listen to them.
C broke up with me today. He was very sweet about it, and even though it sucks, I’m not upset. I knew he'd be leaving for six years, so I guess I had been prepping myself for the breakup from the start. But now that it's here... it's as though it's always been here... I don’t know if my lack of heartbreak is a good thing or a bad thing. But I think this is a testament to the fact that you can’t force matters of the heart to be real, even if you want them to be.
[steven]
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