I feel like a tourist in summer. My entire family splurge alot. My idea of summer is cicadas, and dead Christmas beetles and picking lemons, and lots of tiny black ants. I like the freedom of my summer clothes. Usually summer is pulling out the Christmas tree, and listening to CDs from summers past, like Leona Lewis, and lots of car trips which take forever but are not boring. My friends and I sort of flop around eating icing and things on a stick. I watch alot of pointless sitcoms and south park and those same olds that get played EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR. like Home Alone 2 because it is too heavy and stuffy to sleep. My mum starts collecting freebie Christmas Desserts! magazines with "quick to prepare" fruit cakes no one likes. Sometimes we have stoned conversations discussing the materialism of Christmas. We go to Church alot, where there are Christmas lights and glowsticks and sausage sizzles.
Summer moves slower than the rest of the year. Sun seeps behind your eyelids and chlorine seeps into your hair. I tie my hair up in summer and squint in the sun, because I don't have a fringe to shield me. You can never have it both ways. Summer is slow and nostalgic and blurry, like a memory where you can only remember the glow. It's annoying when it's over. I actually like rain in summer, because of the smell that comes up and because it refreshes everything. Yep, only in summer.
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I used to hate slugs more than snails because they're so discrete and they have spots on them. Snails start foaming for no reason though. You know what's an ugly word? Wet. Say it. I dare you. It's ugly.
