Lately i spent my day watching an online countdown to spring, just watching the seconds ticking past slowly while i dream of sunshine and sandals and short skirts. Everything will be better in spring I think. I will actually go out and sit with people. I will take my speakers with me and listen to summery music about friendship and falling in love while everything falls into place. There is this guy in my major who looks really good in shorts, with that geometric tattoo on his thigh, when winter came he put them away in favour of long unflattering pants. Spring will bring them back and class will be a little more bearable with something that good to stare at.
This city is also just so much prettier with the sun, you notice the gold on the buildings and the green from the old copper looks perfect against a blue sky. But now it’s all dreary and I miss the town I grew up in where the sun actually comes out. My old boss said I was sleeping so much because I was lacking vitamin D, he knew it wasn’t my fault that I was just exhausted all the time, apparently this is as common as it is fixable. Some sites say short bursts of bright light will do me good. But honestly, when did I stoop so low as to have a fake a sun when it shines so readily where i come from. I am too proud to get help yet.
Next week we are heading to Amsterdam, it’s never been on my travel list, i don’t know why. Probably because i am drawn to permanently sunny places. We are going to be sharing an apartment, 5 friends, for 3 days. I am pretty excited but bummed out about the preparation that’s going to have to go in to it. ordering tickets and stuff. I am hooking up with one of the guys coming along. No one knows. He isn’t my type. Or proudest moment. despite the number of girls swooning over him. and I think he feels the same about me. So even though he comes up a lot in my conversations with other friends I have kept my mouth shut. Also, one of my closest friends is in love with him. He has never liked her, so I don’t feel too bad. But I know that if I ever confess it would be out of spite and out of a desire to prove a point to her, and I do not want to be that kind of person. So I am insisting on keeping my mouth zipped.
I wonder what I will think of myself ad the decisions 5 years down the line when I read this blog.
Also, how beautiful is this man?
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Alex decides to grow 