Yes, it's true, summer has been here for quite a while now, which you all know means one thing:
PARTAYY! (As Fox Mulder would say.)
Granted, my version of a "par-tay" would be sitting at home by myself doing one of four amazing things:
1. Finishing season 3 of Haven or re-watching my favorite episodes of Psych (you know that's right)
2. Singing the soundtrack of Wicked (Very badly, I might add. Good luck neighbors.)
3. Inching through my novel, very very slowly, or trying to write another script I might be able to use for a movie (unfortunately, scripts aren't really my forte.)
4. Consuming, one by one, most of the contents of the refrigerator.
I know, I know, I'm pretty hardcore. But what can I say? Rowdy is my middle name.
Jokes aside, though, I just spent three weeks writing, shooting, and editing a film. It was tedious work, but I must say that it paid off, and although the final product turned out more chick-flick than I had hoped, it wasn't bad for my fist major production.
Other than that, my summer has been pretty carefree, and I am thankful to get this time off before I have to delve back in to the wonderful world of classrooms and homework.
All right, I think it's about time I get to the main point of this blog post. First of all, sorry for the delay. I wish I could tell you that I've been terribly busy, but the truth of the matter is that I'm just a throughly lazy person. It's because of that fact that I also can't tell you that I'm going to have another post in the next week, or the next month. Because I honestly don't know. But before you all start sobbing uncontrollably, wondering what in the world you will do without my wonderful posts, I can tell whatever few people that are reading this that I haven't given up yet.
Like a wise green woman once told me, "Some things I cannot change, but till I try I'll never know."
Okay, I have no idea what that has to do with anything. But hey, it's deep, so there you go. And I have "Defying Gravity" stuck in my head. (I'm also pretty sure the neighbors do, too.)
God, I've strayed again. Here we go. The main point. Six places I love more than anything else.
1. London. I've only been there once but I just love everything about it. And if I'm ever rich and famous, I will find some way to buy a flat there, I swear.
2. There is this park near where I live. Not like, swings and slides and stuff. A trail that goes along a little creek. It's beautiful and although it's simple, and there are no white sand beaches or palm trees, I love walking there every day and just thinking about everything. I don't know what I'd do without that hour of peace every day.
3. Any kind of show or concert. I don't care how crowded or muggy or unpleasant it is. I just love being there. I went to see The Lumineers last week and it was just an all-around incredible experience. If I could, I'd go there every night, and watch every single band, or every single play. Unfortunately, since I'm not George Clooney, or Brad Pitt, I don't have that option. But I'm not giving up hope yet.
4. New York. I love New York. I love any kind of city, really, but New York is just perfect. Yeah I know, pollution, taxis, flashing lights. It might seem a bit much for most people, but it's just enough for me. I like being surrounded by all of that. It makes me feel like I'm going somewhere. And if I'm being honest with myself, I think New York is probably where I'll end up. I feel like there's always been something beckoning me there, and one day I'll have to succumb. Big Apple, I'm coming. I hope you can wait for me.
5. The Virgin Islands. When I first went there, I had never seen the color blue. I mean, of course I had, but I hadn't appreciated it in its most beautiful form. The water aroudn the Virgin Islands is the most gorgeous color I have ever seen. It's impossible to describe because there's no way you can truly imagine it until you've seen it. It's like The Matrix. Except, not at all. Well, you get the point.
6. My room. I know. It's lame. But it's the most comforting place I have. And when I stare up at my giant "I Want To Believe" poster, I know that there's no way I could ever find another place like it.
So, there you go. The six places where I truly belong. And yes, I didn't say Hawaii. Maybe I'm more hardcore than you thought, eh?
Don't answer that.
Until next time, music is as real as it will ever be. (Hey, I've never explained the origin of that URL! Well, it can wait. All the more reason to post again, right?)
See you later.
