Things I've been doing:
- Re-learning how to swim
- Taking very long walks
- Weeding someone else's garden (and getting paid for it)
- Cursing the hell out of someone else's garden (and also getting paid for it)
- Recovering physically from weeding someone else's garden (and I'm sure the garden is still recovering from all the verbal abuse, so we're about even)
- Not shopping (I KNOW RIGHT!?)
- Being all sentimental about the fact that August is half way over and summer is on its way out (and to think, this is only my second post this month)
I'm a summer kind of girl. I think I established this a few months ago when I
proudly declared how I'd make summer my bitch if it was a person. Now we're at the point in the relationship when doom is inevitable. After fully submerging ourselves into our love affair--the two hearts, one soul, fairy-tale kinda stuff--we must face it: summer has been called away for a 270-and-some-day tour of duty in the southern hemisphere. We will say our heart-wrenching farewells on September 23rd.
A series of other suitors will try to charm me. Fall. Winter. Spring. I quickly fall for fall (pun possibly intended) as he charms me with his beauty and apple pie. But then fall changes. I start seeing his dark side more often. He's cold hearted. He makes me moody (damn you, SAD. Where my sun lamp at?). I realize that fall is not such a great guy after all. I sink into despair.
Winter tries his best to win my affection by showering me with gifts on the 25th of December, but any joy I experience is only temporary. Winter gets angry and tries to mess with me. And then he lets up and I think he may be offering me some reprieve. But no! Just when I begin to think he has backed off, he's on me, like a bad scene from a WWE match (and then he does
this to me, the bastard).
It's a struggle, but eventually spring steps in and duels it out with winter, saves the day, and sweeps me off my feet. Spring reminds me of someone--my beloved summer. Spring offers me hope, and shows me love and warmth all over again. Spring does his best, but sometimes our relationship is plagued by his bitter--and occasionally icy--personality. I know he doesn't mean it, but it still irks me. I tell myself no! Do not settle for this spring fellow! Summer is almost here again! I wait, and wait, and wait. And eventually...
...Summer comes back, I do a little dance, and I do some more weeding. YAY.
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