Crazy in Love - Beyonce Knowles f. Jay-Z

Lets talk about my summer. Every summer since the one between eighth grade and fresman year Hotel California by the entirely transcendental Eagles has been my and my closest friends' theme song, as it is this summer - my last of childhood, my last of highschool. This summer, Crazy in Love has rivaled Hotel California for the sacred ranking as my song of summer. Crazy in Love has been there for everything this summer; It was blasting at my accident and was on Wednesday when Jacob and I were driving home behind a drunk, it was on the radio briefly when John was in my car at Jack in the Box, and so much more.

This summer has been a pretty bad one for me. It seems, the older I get, the worse my summers get. Recognizing this trend, I no longer look to the future with optimism. I identify with Pink in Dazed and Confused when considering his position in the world and says of his teen years "If these are the best years of my life, remind me to kill myself." I think the boy has a point about the pointlessness of it all if it's all just going to continue to get worse.

The people who have made this a summer where I haven't threatened to move across-country have been my beautiful friends - most significantly, Sam, Jacob, and Matt. They have been fantastic, whereas, there have been others who've completely proven their aptitude for behaving otherwise.

I don't know. I quit, for now. I quit blogging and chatting and e-mailing people that aren't related to me or otherwise continually good to me. Fuck it all. If someone doesn't have a strong enough desire to communicate with me to pick up a phone (my preferred form of communication) then they aren't going to hear from me. What do I care? Bye for now.
+ posted by Stephanie @ 2:13 AM

I am officially "over" a couple of certain someones. Thank God, because damn, was that shit getting old. Well that was nice. Bye for now.
+ posted by Stephanie @ 12:59 AM