Summer

“Summer Vacation” lacks some sort of utopian value that it used to have. The par-comatose state that I used to leisure in my younger summers is unappealing and forgotten so much so that the thought of lounging lazily across a couch in front of a television sounds more like a groggy agony than relaxation. The lack of structure during the summer may create a small amount of chaos, but for the first summer that I can recall, I’ve kept myself relatively busy. Freelance projects from video media and photography have kept me motivated, the 9-5 job (more like 10-6) has kept me on schedule, and meeting with friends allows me to feign appointments and scheduling so I can pretend that I’m more important than I actually I am.