But I will start with a quote from Jodi Picoult. Make fun of me at your discretion.
“Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that’s heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it’s all going in the other direction.”
However, Hannah and I are wasting our lives in Economics, aka Clown Class. Perks of Del Campo? It takes <5 minutes to get there, as opposed to the 30 minute commute to Rio. Downfalls of Del Campo? INEFFICIENT TEACHERS WHO MAKE UP FACTS. STUDENTS WHO CAN’T READ ALOUD. I can’t even begin to explain what a circus this class is, as it would end in my throwing the computer screen out the window. For more information, see Hannah or I’s notebooks full of quotes and list. Perhaps I am being a snob. Perhaps I have lived too privileged of a life, surrounded by Honors and AP students.
But, on to a more appropriate blogging topic. I am taken aback by the amount of people that go back to certain relationships, against all better judgment, advice from others, common sense, etc. I’m not just talking about the guy who broke your heart, but then you find yourself getting tangled in the same net that you know oh too well. I’m talking about the girl who goes all psycho-bitch on you, but yet you somehow find yourself talking to her again. The girl who told your deepest, darkest secret to the world, who you swore you’d never talk to again, showing up at your door to hang out. Is it because we’re too lazy to go out there and find a new person to replace them? We find it’s just easier to revert to the same person. Is there an unspoken plea when you restart communication? “Hey, this time, can you try not to hurt me this time?” or at least, “Could you maybe not hurt me as much?” We recognize it’s a problem, but prefer to turn the other way.
On a lighter note, we got a kitten and named it Kekoa. See picture below.
