After Mad Men ended and as the preview for episode 12 began the announcer killed everyone's high by reminding us of something we've all been pushing to the back of our minds, there are only 2 more episodes left in the season. :'''''( After the 17th of this month, a mere 14 days from now I will be left with this empty feeling that won't go away until summer 2011.
Saying goodbye to Baseball (this sunday was the LAST game of the season) and Mad Men in one month is rough. After being snapped back down to earth by AMC's evil annoucer guy I got another dose of dread when I realized the day is over and....
I don't want to be a total zombie at school tomorrow so I'm going to sign off now and slink into my bedcloud and dream about being a mermaid
I'll cuddle with my awesome pillow pet too....
To numb the sting of the above mentioned rubibish, here are some more unicorns ♥
LUNASA Mid beautiful flowers, bright fields and clear streams We pass precious hours of summer and dreams
The birds' gentle twitter, the frog's silver peep All seem to have faded, while we were asleep
The song we're now hearing is mournful and strange As the sun starts to set and the leaves start to change
From the hill over yonder we hear the bulls cry As the leaves start to fall and the moon starts to rise
Oh the bulls all howl at the moon, it is full and hung over the hill The autumn leaves will all be falling soon and then winter will come in for the kill
But there are still green trees and one last round for the bees Before we all freeze over for a spell
So let us treasure these moments together As we sing along so long and fare thee well
For tonight is the last night of summer my love Of the summer of love Of the summer my love
For tonight is the last night of summer my love Of the summer of love Of the summer my love
The beautiful flowers will all fade away The streams will all freeze and the fields turn to gray
The frogs all will slumber, the birds will take flight And winter's cold wonder will bid us goodnight
I've never had such a hard time saying goodbye to summer. This year my summer was so FREE. Everything about it felt LIBERATED. Absolute Nirvana When I think about it the whole thing began in May when my brother Alex & I took a road trip to the Bay to see our brother Esteban graduate from Berkeley. While we were up there I realised that I didn't want to go back to LA & continue helping my Dad out at his practice (which I had been doing for 4 mos.) anymore. I adore my pops but his life is in complete disorder. He's extremely depressed and stressed out! I couldn't continue to let myself get caught up in his drama. It was bumming me the fuck out. Jules happened to be passing through the bay on his way home from a cross-country road trip. The whole thing was magical. I loved every bit of being out there. Coming back to LA after all of that there was no way I was going to let myself get sucked back in. I resigned from my Dad's & never looked back.
No job. No school. NADA. I haven't enjoyed the heaven that is this season since I was kid in grade school. Even then it wasn't as fun because I was limited to whatever my parents wanted to do. Still now, just like back then, I'm being dragged into reality, back down to earth, the fantasy ends. Every day I woke up to a world of possibilities. Never knowing where the day would take me and I loved it. PARADISE. Now that school is back in session and I'm looking for a new job all that freedom and carefree spirit is going going gone...like sand slipping through my fingers. I have places to be and people to see instead of places to find and people to meet!
Far well surfpunk summer. Ta ta for now! Next summer I look forward to living on the beach practice surfing everyday. bbq everday. Smelling like sun tan lotion and weed. Let this be the last of my summer funeral. Onwards and upwards!
Today's gloomy weather has flipped the switch in me. HELLO FALL! :D If you know anything about me, you know how much I love Halloween and Autumn. THANK GOODNESS we have the fall to ease us into winter. Imagine if summer faded directly into winter?! EEEEk
A video to accompany the the lyrics above. If you haven't already done so you should buy Karen Elson's The Ghost Who Walks
AP Photographer Charlie Riedel shot the following images of seabirds caught in the oil slick on a beach on Louisiana's East Grand Terre Island. They break my heart.
