School is already over in my mind. I find myself wandering around my house doing nothing, and enjoying every minute of it. I know in the back of my mind that I havn't been doing homework, or projects, or reading for that matter, but I honestly don't care. A break from this constant routine is what I really need. I want a road trip. Humph. I also need more books to read. I'm getting used to re-reading things, but I honestly just need something new. I want to sit out on my hammock with a blanket and a pillow, with a fantastic book, and read for hours like I used to. I think I'm going to explore painting this summer, too. See if I actually have any real talent like my Grandmother. God, I wish she was still around to show me some stuff about that. My pool is open now and it's freezing. I want so badly to just jump in with my clothes on like I used to do with Grace on August afternoons, after double sessions. Get the sweat and dirt off in one plunge and feel competely rejuvinated. Rose brought home two huge things off clam chowder today. I'm set for the whole summer. All I need now is that book I was talking about, and I'm ready to be a hermit. Staying at home for weeks at a time, and only venturing out to break in that new gym membership of mine. I will be ready for soccer season for once in my life. I swear it. Blame it on this southern weather. Blame it on anything.