summer wasting

I feel as if school ended too abruptly. I'm not one for goodbyes, mostly because goodbyes seem too permanent and hauntingly eerie to comprehend. But now, I feel as if I should have said more.

mental note: it's been 3 1/2 years since i've kissed a girl. who knew lonliness could be so distracting?

I've been sidetracked.

Anyways, my favorite season has just begun. The season of ice cream sanctioned gluttony; the season of tan-a-thons; the season of love; the season for lovers; the season for loners; the season for beaches; the season that fantasies only dare to create; the season that promises more than it fulfills (or is it the other way around); the season that launched a thousand ships into the crystalline waters of tomorrow.