levity | allow me to talk to my blog a little

I know, I know. My first post in a long time and I won't even talk to my audience, imaginary or not. I just feel like talking to my blog. Then again, I'm always talkative among inanimate objects and my best friends. Fortunately, the latter are not part of the former. Unless I drive them to the point of not being able to take any more of my nonsense. Then they'll be both. And then I'd feel guilty to talk to them.

I therefore conclude that I'm talkative around my best friends and around inanimate objects, unless they're the same thing.

I bet you're glad that I'm not talking to you (this is to my imaginary audience).

(But by that sentence, I just did. But one sentence is not considered as being talkative, is it?)

Anyway...

Do you know something, wyvernstars? If it weren't for you-

If it weren't for you, nothing.

No, that's wrong. If it weren't for you my summer would have been more peaceful than it was. Which, in actuality, it was not.

Don't get me wrong, I like summer. I like the break I get from school and requirements and having to feel inferior every time someone scores higher than me. I like not having much of a schedule.

But still, I find I have a schedule.

The summer I want to have is one when I am bound to nothing and no one. When I am free to do as I please. No deadlines, no reprimands, no worries, no duties, no time limits. But I suppose that's too hard to ask.

Then again, I've always been one for asking the impossible- or the near-impossible.

And I'm back to wondering if my talents are really as good as I think they are- or if I have any at all.

So little changes in my attitude over the years...