Mary, Mary quite contrary...

... how does your garden grow?

Not well, as matter of fact. Last night was fabulous, I fell asleep writing poetry and drabbles, and woke up this morning just before noon feeling comfy and refreshed. For me, this is the sign that school is over and summer is here.

However, perhaps I can while away the hours in writer's bliss, but I am just as prone to being so painfully bored out of my mind that I can't bring myself to do anything constructive, writing or otherwise.

Like now, for instance. Oh, definitely, I have things that I could do -both chores, and leisure- but good luck summoning up the motivation to do them. Summer vacation is a double-edged sword for me. Yes, it's freedom to do as I please, which I define as writing, friends, sprucing up my room, along with living my life and feeling all around good about myself. Sadly, by August's end, I've barely done any of that.

I give myself two and half weeks before I give in to cabin fever.

Really, really want a job and friends on DW. *too intimidated to bother people with locked journals*