Tell me your problems--in the summer..

Summer.

It's God's way of showing us that the year truly did have a purpose. Really though, I am stoked about having days in California--my Grandpa just informed me he got a new surfboard, for me to try out? If only all summer days could begin with impromtu lipsynching to Liam Lynch's 'My United States of Whatever'--in pajamas mind you. My only plan for the day is watching an indie movie in Scottsdale.
What is the use of growing up? Many find themselves trapped in jobs they despise, with little time to do anything they actually want to.
Normally this is the time I reflect on the year, but I don't want to. It's not that the year was horrible--I am just finished with it, and am completely alright with leaving it behind me.

Enough of that. But truly, the summer is upon us and I am counting down the days until I'm in California (FYI-we're at 16 days). Thank goodness for hot summer days, passion ice tea, friends, and limitless condidtions. :) One thing I've discovered since being back in Arizona? Sometimes the only way of staying sane is in being selfish. Placing your sanity in front of others, because there is no way of making it when you can't help yourself. Allowing others to unload their problems on you is not always in YOUR best interest, saying no isn't always a witchy move.

Anything interesting happens, I'll be sure to inform you last---but trust that Jack Johnson, ice, and NO DRAMA will be front row for it all.

Thankyou, and goodnight.