This is what it's all about: http://untoward.livejournal.com/278053.html#cutid1

I love the water. One of my goals for this summer was to go skinny dipping, and within the first week, I had. There is nothing like it! I felt like a pretty mermaid except for I had legs, And I've never loved my body more. I really need to do it again. I almost did last night but there were a bunch of twelve and thirteen year olds and that would have been annoying because they would have thought Lauren and I were lesbians together. That's what I hate, how people seem to automaticly associate being naked with sex when it might totally, totally not be. Like in the above picture of Lauren and I playing in the sprinkler at Sky's house a couple of days ago. We really wanted to take off our clothes, but we were out in front of his house and everyone would have been freaked out at seeing what over half of the human population has.

I can't wait until I can live in Europe. It's way less conservative (depending on where you are. I'll be in France most likely). You walk down the street and there's a shirtless lady billboard advertising a cracker. Seriously awesome.

Today started out good, a dance party to Jens Lekman in the morning home alone in the kitchen. Then a bath while listening to The Mountain Goats, daydreaming about one thing or another. And then slowly the day gave way to a normal routine of reading with the phone next to me. I called Lauren, who was at Sky's, called Sky, went over there and hung with them for awhile. We had a lot of fun, went through the sprinkler and got fucking soaked. Changed into Sky's clothes and made burittos. Reed and Riley came over, too.

Now I am back home, bored. I thought that getting out of the house for the first time this week would cure me, but of course not. Only for a few hours.

And you know, the whole David thing isn't helping either. Maybe it would be better if I wanted to get over him, but I don't. I'm fucked up.

He called me yesterday while I was out having a summer day with Sky. When I got home I called him back and we talked for 45 minutes. Our voices were shaky but there were no awkward silences. He's halfway done with my mixtape (I'm that far with his), he's enjoying the book I lent him, he got me a belated birthday present, and we're going to try and meet up next week so we can hang out. He almost came over last night but he would have had to drive awhile and it was already 8:00 so we decided not to.

God I miss him.

(Photo by http://www.guost.deviantart.com/)

Oh man I hate how I always get myself into stupid boy situations.

A camp fling I still havn't gotten over...he's my friend's older brother and 18 and going to college in the fall.