This has been the best first half of summer.. nevermind.

This has been the best Summer--

These past Six-seven weeks have been the greatest of my life because I've gotten to spend so much time with my kid sister, the brightest star under the sun and the most important person in my life.

Seriously.

I canceled all of my plans this morning in order to spend my last real weekend ( I'll be packing during the next one ) with her. We of Ice Cream Sundaes, Law & Order ( WHOO ), and movies, and I doubt that a day will ever come that'll beat this one.




Although I'm excited to head back to my apartment in San Antonio, I'm not looking forward to resuming my role of Atlus. I'll go back to school during July, back to the Rape Crisis Center to begin working with victims under the age of 14, back to being a mentor to a little boy on the East Side Ghetto, back to editing for the Newspaper, back to speaking to High School students about College Leadership, back to organizing university-wide trips for Habitat 4 Humanity, back to tutoring spiteful, sucktastic, spoiled, sniveling, strange, and smelly students that come to me, back to not yelling KAMEHAMEHA!!!! when Tina rubs my bald head for good luck, back to putting up with/hanging out with my roommates who I loathe/adore, , back to coming home from dating people who don't compare to the girl who thinks me her soulmate so I can sit in the living room and watch Sportscenter, back to studying for the LSAT, back to imitating J.D. from Scrubs and daydreaming of Yale, back to getting beaten by Anh in Mario Kart, and back to talking to my parents and big sister on the phone weekly, and back to missing my little one daily..

by day.

By night I'm going to go Henry David Thoreau on the world and live in my own personal Walden. Turn off my phone, toss out the laptop, tuck in Ophelia ( my Wii ) in our bed so that I sit outside on my patio and write, read, and think in the moonlight.

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I should not be writing right now. I should not even be awake right now. I’ve got to get up in a mere eight hours to get to an English class.

My summer daily routine is as follows: My alarm goes off at 6:55 AM each morning so that I can press the snooze button. I roll out of bed twenty minutes later, rummage through my pile of clothes on the floor and perform a smell test, slip into my Jesus-inspired Sandals, and yell for my kid sister to lock the front door as I slam it shut. My second test of the day starts now..
Every morning before I walk across my lawn I have to check for the mean-mugging bunnies who populate my neighborhood. I usually feign bravado and power walk my way to my car, then drive to my first class.
The kids there are innocuous enough. Rather than don one of my usual school facades, I sit in the back of the class and occasionally carry on a conversation with the girl beside me(during the rare occasions that we’re both awake.)

I’ve developed a few facades back in San Antonio. Around my peers I’m social, but not quite loquacious. When I’m near a teacher/dean/president I’m not familiar with, I’d try to shy away from hubris as much as possible -- so much so that my flirtation with self-deprecation was commonly identified by people apt at reading others. I’m usually a different person once I get back to my apartment, though. Every time I’d step off of the bus and cross the threshold into my bedroom, I close the door, look myself in the mirror, and thank God that I’ve found my respite for the time being… and hid. I hid from my increasingly annoying roommates ( they weren’t really annoying.. Or mean, or bad, or anything. I loathed both of them for merely existing around me for about a month. ), I hid from my acquaintances, ( I had/have no one I consider a friend in San Antonio. Frankly, I can think of only three people -- and that’s stretching it -- who I consider a friend. ) I hid from myself, too.

But now I’m back in my home town and I’m loving it for the most part. I get to spend day after day with the most important person in my life: my little sister. Even though I’m not in San Antonio, I still can’t wait to get home in the evenings those are the times that I get to spend with her, Anh, my mother, and Jack Mccoy.

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