making the best use of my nearly-finished college days, i have been going to a lot of parties and ingesting a lot of spirits. three nights this week, one of them a wednesday. not like graduating would stop me from doing that again, because it is fun, you understand. and i hope to be having more, not less of that when school is through.

also more beach trips. we were out there for about 4 hours yesterday, and the sun was warm, the breeze was cool, and the orange cream sodas were delicious (i dare you to find me a better beach drink). i always leave the beach feeling cleansed somehow; there’s something very emotionally settling to just sitting in the fresh ocean air and lounging, reading, or skipping rocks. lovely. i might try to go every weekend until october, if i can.

i can’t go a whole day without listening to the latest recover release from last year, ceci n’est pas recover. the cover is a play on the magritte painting with the pipe, in case you were wondering. but the tunes are great, especially my only cure, which i probably sing to myself even more times a day than i play it through my stereo, which is a lot already. that’s why it’s the song of the week.

[now hearing this: not recover, i swear, i can stop at any time…]