Stopping in...

It's weird how even when you're done with school, and youre still working the same hours you've been working all year round, and you live in southern california where the weather doesnt really change that much, the concept of summer still matters - a lot. It's different things that make it significant. This summer, for example, was like my weird black sheep summer of dating people. Baaaaaa. Weird. And this summer of lovin is abruptly coming to an end. Too bad. It's like labor day is going to signify the end of all things fun and the beginning of all things real. But how does my everything in my world know that it's summer? It's not even necessarily people...but things just line up all around the same time. Or events that have nothing to do with what season it is tend to happen at the same time. There must be some sort of energy that makes things happen. The same thing that makes you meet lots of new people when you find out you're losing lots of your current people.
Weird. And as i was writing this one of the new people just called. EVEN WEIRDER. But I am sad that the summer of lovin' is over.