Always the summers are slipping away...

I haven't blogged in a bit; therefore, I have a lot to say.

My title line is appropriate both for last nights show and the fact that I miss summer. It's kinda funny, because, as horrible as this sounds if you read between the lines, summer pretty much started for me around the first week in April this year. And during that time, I traded an extremely tight-knit group of friends for a group of cool kids who hung out in a bar once a week and were thus loosely connected. When I think about it in those terms, that does not seem like the most life-changing of events or decisions, but I think it happened that way for a reason. Or several extremely specific reasons.

That tight, tiny group is still there, but we're in different places now. We'll never be the same again. And even though a group of bests has drifted apart, I got way closer with my bffl. Who is now halfway across the planet, but still the closest friend I have.

And because of things happening the way that they did, I'm in a wonderful relationship. In so many ways, I could not be happier.

I'm going to begin substitute teaching soon, so I can get back to what I know I should be doing with my life.

Everything works out the way it should; everything happens for a reason. Like going to Dunkin Donuts that morning. That had to happen. And thank god it did. There's a little bit of sanity back in the Valley.

On a much, much lighter note: On the way down to the show last night, Jess made an amusing comment about how Edward Cullen's hair is so perfect because he's had about a century to stand it front of his bedroom mirror combing and mussing until it's just right while listening to "Creep" on repeat. So what do Jess and I do during that song? "I'm a creep...I'm a vampire...What the hell am I doing in Forks?" You get the idea. At least if you have read the Twilight books and have a vague idea of the sound of Radiohead's "Creep," you get the idea.

I'm not quite sure why, but I feel like some things are ending, and that's why I'm writing this the way that I am. It was Boyfriend's last show of the year, but there's just something else looming out there that is casting this weird sense of finality over my day. It could be that it's kind of gloomy out. It could be that I still have red nail polish on and no nail polish remover and that fact is making me twitch because there are few things in this world that I hate more than the feeling of nail polish on my fingernails. It could be that I just haven't written in awhile. Or maybe something big is about to change or end or maybe even begin. I'm excited to be along for the ride, wherever it may take me.