I live for the summer

Let's go, baby

I wonder if you've ever felt this way. Like you're living in a tiny world it's sickening? You know exactly what the people in it is doing, you know what they'll say when you walk past them in the street, and you know when they're wearing new clothes? When you close your eyes, it's this place that first come into your mind, and not much else. You feel like you live in a birdcage, and everything is so predictable, it's too comfortable, and unbelievably... mundane. That is my cue to having a holiday. I don't care if next week is my final exam. I don't give a fuck about whatever it is I suppose to give a fuck to. I used to worry about the big things, like graduating soon or some fucked-up, boring thoughts like that. But I guess I grew up, and so fed up with lots of self-deprecating shit I bring to myself, and now I stopped worrying. Worrying is a waste of the limited time we have in life, and now I realize, that more than anything, I don't wanna grow up to be the kind of boring, small-minded person that I could be had I not known to help myself. I used to be very ambitious that I forget to enjoy all the luxury of life that I could have. But that's about to change now, and I don't even consider taking summer class. So here's what I suggest we do: Change a lifestyle. Do small things that make you happy. Find yourself before somebody else does. And as of for me, I'd do anything, even if it means doing it alone. Have a good summer. Go somewhere exotic. Put the pictures in Facebook and make people talk about your Roman holiday. Spam your friends' Twitter timeline with them. Let them envy you. You will never get any younger than who you are today. So live it.