Its Juneeeeeeeee!

the first taste of freedom, the last standardized test, the first swim of the year, the first time to roll down the top, the first morning naps on the floor, the first waves of laziness, the coming wave of rebeliousness, the first time to have time to think, the first time to have no obligation to think. I. love. summer.
and its only the first week. it really hasn't been terribly eventful, excluding food fight and shaving cream fight, which were ridiculous. but its been great. i'm just so happy with life right now. usually when i'm "happy", i'm really just complacent- i know things could be better, but i'm doing ok enough, so i'm not gonna budge. but this time, i'm really just happy as a goddam clam. fuck all the little things, fuck trying to be a social butterfly, fuck expectations, fuck censorship! Last night, I bought groceries, listened to new cds, and was asleep before 11:00. And tonight, my plans are to sit on the roof by myself and chill out with the stereo (where is my cd player when i need it!?) and i can't wait.

maybe its because of all my new discoveries this week. I got a Brand New cd from half price books, just a random buy, i'd heard of them but never listened. and now i cannot get enough of that album. and i'm going back to get a book i really wanted, thats just this huge compilation of musings and essays by orhan pamuk. and i love rolling the windows down in my car, but blasting the air conditioner at the same time, so every once in a while between the hot winds a cool breeze jumps in. i also discovered that i need a compass in my car. it would've literally saved me nearly a quarter tank of gas. in my quest to take 635 back from the airport, i had to call kelly's parents for help, took 114 to southlake and colleyville, and 121, which i thought was 635 until i hit ikea. oops. but the drive was fun. yelling with angry songs in your car can make you so strangely happy. and that feeling of relief when you recognize a sign or a builing-- ohmygosh. and, i've been doing a little facebooking. you know those friends everyone has that write notes all the time? yeah, rhetorical question, so anyway, its more of an acquaintance, so i'm totally not tagged or anything, but i've been reading his notes, and one of them just hit the nail of my life right on the head. stop fucking overthinking everything. you can choose to be happy, or you can choose to make all the minutiae the things that matter. its easier said than done, but i choose happiness. the end. i'm going to spain in 8 days. and i'm SO excited. i'm not worried that i won't know anyone. i don't know what to wear. i talk like a gringo. i suck at meeting new people. i'm staying alone in a house with a widow and her son. i don't know where i'm going to run in the mornings. but i'm going to have the adventure of a mother fucking lifetime because i want to.

oh queso, anecdote of the week. one day, i so kindly interrupted my mad studying for precal (which i still almost failed. fuck the ambigooous case of ssa, and treeegonometric functions, and my grade being way much worse than i thought), to bring my sister taco bell at lunch, because she didn't bring food and told me she had no money in her account (which was a LIEE!) and so, i brought her a taco and these little potato chunks she likes. and i took a bite out of the taco- i bought it and i'll do what i want with it! so, i brought it to the door where she's standing with all her friends, and i gave it to her and said by the way, i took a bite out of your taco. her reply- "Bitch!" It was in a completely joking tone, but i was shell-shocked. She's never called me that! I mean, i've called her that before. but only when she was really being one. in fact, it was in front of my dad, and he agreed with me, where he normally would have said my name in a disapproving tone and told me not to talk like that. anyway, i was just so taken aback. when i was her age, kimberly and i would only use cuss words with each other, and then giggle about it! and here she is just throwing them around to look cool in front of her friends. oh world. what have you come to.

alright, so this is it. normally i would reread this and take out anything repetitive or dumb, but i really don't feel like it. oh, and the new title. idk, its just seemed fitting. its from a song i was listening to earlier. living is just rolling with the punches life throws at you (or trying to hah). and this is just me rambling about life. so. there's that.