futile crimes

this blog seems like my little secret.

i have another blog, a tumblr, but i don't feel comfortable writing in it. odd, i know.

i'm currently in a washed up state of mind; my summer between first year and second year of college has probably been the most dull summer i've had yet. i'm waiting for this muggy cloud i'm in to release rain, but so far it's remaining very pigheaded. right now, the most exhilarating thing i'm doing is watching a lot of arbitrary movies. i've fiddled with my cello and i've made an imprint on my ink pens, so i suppose at least i'm doing something worth while. this is probably the most disconnected i've felt from myself in a while. i've adapted to a busy life and this summer is anything but busy. i feel like every minute not doing something for the better of myself or someone else is wasted. but my dad keeps reassuring me that one day i will wish i had this insouciant life because i will achieve substantial things. ahhh, such wisdom you speak, daddy rios.

i suppose i do obtain one worry: my financial aid for '10-'11 school yet. i know not what it consists of yet.

maxine is a joy. i've never had a puppy around (that i can tangibly remember) so it's a nice addition to my every day life.

this rain has been marvelous; exactly what i wanted! it's so soothing.

oh dear. i have a bit of a conundrum: i no longer have the urge to type.

well, because whatever i type next will be forced and i'll have had to think about what to type, it'll be garbage...so i'll stop now.

ta ta.