Summer is such a confusing time. I'm working but I'm not working, I'm getting paid maybe, I am in school but I'm not in school, I still don't know if I need another job -- which makes no sense because I have so much to do for my real job over the summer that I don't even have time for a second job!
Summer is just strange.
There is so much I want to do and before the summer gets here it all seems possible but then days slip by and turn into weeks and suddenly it's August again and I'm busier than ever.
Knowing that there are so many people the don't have summer's as free as mine are, I should not complain.
But really, would you know who I was if I wasn't complaining?