August
August has always been my favorite month of the year. So many reasons, and yet, none of them fully describe how I feel.
I love the heat and the sunshine. For my entire life, I have always preffered being too hot over too cold. You are pretty much guaranteed of that in August. Something about it just does something to me. I am happier, more focused, and love everything infinitely more in August. Not only that, the heat makes me think of hot, sweaty, passionate activity. Much to my regret, I am single. Some guy could be very happy right about now...
Of course, what girl doesn't like her birthday and getting presents, I ask? My birthday is this month. In less than a week actually. August 7th. I will be a whopping 22 years old. Goodness, I can't believe it. Seems as though I just turned 18. I really thought I would be somewhere important in life by now. Although I have come to realise that I kind of am. No matter where I am, or what I am doing, it is an important part of my life. So I suppose that is a good thing. Of course, no matter what the year, I just like birthdays. Once, when I turned 7 or 8, I got a personalized snoopy card from my cousin, and it touched me so much, I have never forgotten, and actually still have it in a box somewhere. It says something along the lines of: "So you are turning x, eh Laura? But it's not just another birthday. Think of it as the day the world was graced with the presence of Laura Dxxx." I love it.
Why else do I like summer, particulary the end of summer? Oh, let's see. Camping, time off, almost back to school, nice tans, guys without shirts, parties around bonfires, oh the list goes on. But the most important 2 are at the top. I could go on forever, but I will resist. Summer is the time of my life that I feel the most alive.
I love the heat and the sunshine. For my entire life, I have always preffered being too hot over too cold. You are pretty much guaranteed of that in August. Something about it just does something to me. I am happier, more focused, and love everything infinitely more in August. Not only that, the heat makes me think of hot, sweaty, passionate activity. Much to my regret, I am single. Some guy could be very happy right about now...
Of course, what girl doesn't like her birthday and getting presents, I ask? My birthday is this month. In less than a week actually. August 7th. I will be a whopping 22 years old. Goodness, I can't believe it. Seems as though I just turned 18. I really thought I would be somewhere important in life by now. Although I have come to realise that I kind of am. No matter where I am, or what I am doing, it is an important part of my life. So I suppose that is a good thing. Of course, no matter what the year, I just like birthdays. Once, when I turned 7 or 8, I got a personalized snoopy card from my cousin, and it touched me so much, I have never forgotten, and actually still have it in a box somewhere. It says something along the lines of: "So you are turning x, eh Laura? But it's not just another birthday. Think of it as the day the world was graced with the presence of Laura Dxxx." I love it.
Why else do I like summer, particulary the end of summer? Oh, let's see. Camping, time off, almost back to school, nice tans, guys without shirts, parties around bonfires, oh the list goes on. But the most important 2 are at the top. I could go on forever, but I will resist. Summer is the time of my life that I feel the most alive.
posted by Laura @ 2:42 PM
2 Comments:
At August 02, 2006 9:45 AM,
S* said…
I'm a spring person myself, but I too prefer being too hot over being too cold. It's those moments mid-summer, laying on my bed half-dressed, sweating my ass off that I think of fondly during the winter.
OMG, you're only 21. Good grief. I'm OLD. And I can't believe you felt weird about your debauchery the other night...21 year olds are SUPPOSED to kiss boys on the dancefloor.
At August 02, 2006 11:49 AM,
Laura said…
I love summer. I have always been a summer girl. It can be the middle of winter, while I am freezing my ass off, and I will say to people, don't you wish it were 30 above, and you had a popsicle? They, of course, look at me like I'm nuts.
I know I am only 21. 22 in 5 days... I feel older most of the time though, because I am not much of a partier. Previously mentioned crazy night being much of an exception for me. Although, I really have to say, I did very much enjoy kissing that boy... mmm...
And now that I have your permission....
Oh, crap. I have to work this weekend.
:) Oh well. Keeps me out of trouble! *giggle*
ps. you are not old. you are only as old as you act....
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