Monday, 2 August 2010

Dear August:

I'm really not sure how you got here so darn fast. You probably shouldn't go around sneaking up on people like that. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?

Anyway. Polite or not, you're here now, so I have a favour to ask, 'kay? Last forever. Please please please? I'm just not ready yet.

Sure, I hate my job and want to be done NOW. In that respect alone, I would love summer to hurry up and get over.

But in every other aspect of my life... please no. I can't do it. I'm not sure a month is going to be enough. I haven't done enough swimming/beaching. I haven't been to an ocean beach at all this summer! There hasn't been enough delicious summer food. There hasn't been any driving around with the windows down and the music a little too loud. No roadtrips. No group photos. This summer doesn't even have a song yet. Sadface.

And I'm just not ready for school yet, in any way. I still haven't even finished deciding on course, I haven't got a clue what I want to write my honours thesis on or who I'll ask to be my advisor, I haven't figured out which law schools to apply to or even if I really really really want to.

I'm also just not ready for the people. Not yet. Let me live in my hermit-y little world for just a little longer before you fling me back into the social stress of where to sit on the first day, and trying to spend time with friends in the Wardroom without ending up standing around awkwardly by myself. I'm just not ready for another year of that.

In conclusion: Please, please, August, be long, and full, and beautiful. Please.



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