i'm having a pretty awesome summer, all told. my work schedule makes me a little manic, and mary mother of god it's hot out all the freaking time, but generally speaking, for someone who tends to hate summer, i'm really loving it this year. i've gone to all sorts of kick ass concerts, everytime i turn around the LAist crew is plotting or holding a bbq party, i've been writing and taking pics a lot, there have been three chef competition tv shows running (now two, since amy won the next food network star and whattup, amy, i totally texted in a vote for you!), my friend circle seems to be expanding, miss munchkin came to visit, and--oh, yeah--every now and then i get to hang out with this super cute, smart, funny guy that i crazy love.
i've always kind of hated summer. i think it's because you're "supposed to" have lots of fun, and usually i've been in school, in a crappy job, unemployed, in some phase of poverty, and without air conditioning in my car. well, even though teaching summer school can be un petit drag, i have the job i'm best suited for, good at, and that i love, and...the a/c in my prius rocks my face off. ahhhh, yes. less cranky, sticky me. and even though my summer isn't about beer or beach or bagging random dudes or sleeping all day or partying all night or shopping sprees or trips, it is about good people and good times and good fun.
it's no wonder i found myself waking up a few times last night with a goofy grin plastered on my face. what a shocker--i'm super happy!
it didn't hurt that my pillows still smelled like a certain guy...