  I am getting holes pierced through my earlobes this weekend! Hurray! I have already bought two pairs of ridiculously oversized earrings. Yes, I know that you can't technically wear earrings until 6 weeks after they've been initially pierced...
But whatever. I'm excited for July. Actually, I am excited for all of summer. I'm still in hot pursuit of a job. I find my reliance on money really sad, however. But there are so many things that money can do! More silly ear-decorations! Music! Books! Soda pop! Drugs! I can't wait to bounce on Robin's trampoline, sip smoothies (vegan, of course), and just listen to good live music this summer.
There is some silly pop song from seventh grade with this lyric "Those were the nights we felt alive" and just the way it's song embodies summertime. Even when you're just watching late night TV or dancing around in your underwear, it feels so REAL and so unrestrained in the summer. June, July and August are freedom and oppurtunity. Now if it wasn't for the pesky three more weeks of school. Sigh... Cyrano de Bergerac, I love you, and at the same time, I feel I am you. I only wish that I was not reading your story the last weeks of school.
I can't pay attention to your adopted cousin love or your gigantic nose. I can't pay attention to you, even though I saw that urlLink Steve Martin movie adapted from the play many times. I do however, identify with your misunderstood wit and unfailing romanticism. Affectionately... Anna 
