i finished my last exam about four and a bit hours ago. i have been free from the binds of school for four and a bit hours. what have i done with my time? i watched love actually. i missed it at christmas and it always seems like the perfect christmas movie in the canon of yogi bear, looney tunes, rudolph and frosty. to me, you are perfect. how could that not be wonderful no matter what season?
but what am i going to do with my actual time? well, it's rainy and the first thunderstorm of the season came in and left and what a storm it was. i could write in my legitimate journal but after two solid days of writing, where's the fun in that? i have william burroughs naked lunch on my night stand, along with some coupland, kerouac and bukowski sitting atop my fidel biography. i hadn't actually realized that i could pleasure read for four months because my dreams about sonnets and rhyme schemes still presides in this weary mind so i don't know where to start. russians? americans? chick lit to ease the brain into it? i don't know. i think i will peruse my bookshelf before i go to bed because i am out of school, unemployed and have loads of free time to...actually make this summer worth at least something by the very end.
it will start out the same and the ending will hopefully surprise you.
