dumb stuff #36

I have this problem. I have this craving for fun. Why live if you don't enjoy living? I know that sounds worldly and selfish, but sometimes I think that way. The thought occurred to me that this summer was not what I had planned on. I work about thirty hours a week, then I babysit when I'm not working. I had envisioned my summer's going the way they used to, bonfires with the crew every weekend, the drive in, applebees, and sleepovers. The majority of the crew is married or soon to be. Hang out times are few and far between. So, today I realized I've been experiencing a newly found fun...not being in school. Open the flood gates baby. I don't have to practice a painfully sounding woodwind instrument only to have those who don't practice sound better than me. I don't have the fate of my next dictation exam over my head and I don't have to eat PACES food. The books I'm reading are the ones I want to. I can actually practice drumset. I haven't worn my red sweat shirt in two months. I think this fun is called freedom. For a moment I had forgotten just how fun freedom from school is . . . that's dumb.