How have you been?

I have decided that I am going to blog at least once a week for the next month or so. This is a thing I have just decided. And I hope I don't regret it. I'm just in such a blogging mood tonight! Tonight being the 15th. I won't post this tonight as I just posted something I wrote in biology earlier today. And I learned from doing VEDA last year the woes of over-saturating the market. (Because there is such a high demand for me. That makes me an inelastic good. I also just finished an economics class last month.)

Here's a brief list of what has happened since I've last blogged:

• I made a video of how I spent my New Year's Eve.

• I went to Albany for Governor Cuomo's State of the State Address. I meant to right a blog post about this but I didn't. Then I meant to write another on Jan 20th because that was the 3rd anniversary of one of the most mad-cap days of my life, being in D.C. for Barak Obama's inauguration. But again, I forgot/was too lazy. Now I'm just going to write a book of memoirs called "Capitol Adventures". Much easier, right?
• I made some awesome new friends on tumblr who have rekindled my love of Nic Cage.
• Got accepted to some colleges.
• Science

So yeah that's pretty much it. Oh and I finished Buffy the Vampire Slayer last night. Holy cow. I'm still processing it. But my god that was good.

 I also remembered an agreement I made with my friend Etco. If he posted slam poetry videos on youtube then I would post some writing on my blog. Etco has done just that so now I have to hold up my end of the bargain so you'll have that to look forward to.

I spend my time wisely (I wrote this in AP Bio)

I want to live in a perpetual state of Summer. I want to always have a good book and the sun in which to read it. I want something big to look forward to or something good to remember. I want the lush green and the cool moist earth and the hard, hot pavement and the warm, smooth stones and the dry and brittle grass dying outside of the shade of a tree, parched while waiting patiently for the August rains. And I want you to be only a phone call away.

I want the sun on headstones and fresh wildflowers laid beside them. I want the gravel between my bare toes and scraps of dandelion roots beneath my fingernails from weeding. And I want to see you again.

I want warm berries, pregnant with the juice that dribbles down my chin and stains my fingers and the paving stones below. I want to lay my head down in the dust of the last years leaves and watch the jets trace contrails through the deep blue.

I want chicken wire fences and lazy mornings in bed and bare foot soccer in the rain. I want dripping ice cream cones and still days for rocket launching, alternating with winds to catch in the sail of a Sunfish. I want the water dripping on my legs and lap as I pull an oar out of on Lake Teedyuskung and to stand on the jagged rocks of Canandaigua and watch Squaw Island sink lower and lower into the blue-green glass.

I want to stay up late and only realize the time when I hear the birds begin to sing. I want to walk through the morning fog after a bonfire and feel safe wrapped in a borrowed blanket and my father's old fatigues.

And I want to lie down on a dock at night and stare at the stars and do abso-

lutely

nothing

...

This is basically an amalgamation of various Summers in my life. See if you can spot yourself.