Summer Cuteness

I wish I had a super cute and comfortable laptop right now. I also wish I had a cute, ultra-funny and bollywood-type-loves-me boyfriend right now. But as it stands, I have got a kind of cute lime green laptop, which is anything but comfortable. Let’s just say, it’s got a broken spine. And I have a bollywood-type me, who is cute and semi-funny also. Somehow I have got this new type of parasite that is making me really enjoy what I do have.

Singlehood requires heart and soul type of music, and I think it makes you cherish driving even more. I will not say that my car is my boyfriend. My car is a girl, for sure. Music is my boyfriend. My lost ipod has that engraved on the back of it. Moreover, there is a an exact duplicate copy of my lost ipod with the very same engraving as the original ipod, which I found to be the sweetest and most thoughtful thing ever gifted to me. I was shocked that someone could have a cuter gift idea than I could have ever come up with. I think it is really the “loads of love” type of emotion that can drive someone to be that cute and creative. Anyway, whoever has my original ipod better be appreciating my insane bond with music, my all time favorite boyfriend.

I smoked some hookah just now, and while I do not think that it has had much of an effect on me, the cold coffee I had after that may be the culprit keeping me up. I am thinking faster than I can talk or type, and I actually talk and type pretty fast.

I decided to repeat this driving for my soul thing again. There’s something about University Avenue and 13th street and their traffic lights. These roads are actually not creepy even though the town is empty. I am growing to love this town after I have actually graduated from here, and to realize how much I will miss Gainesville. It takes me about a song and a quarter to return home from dropping off my friends. If I’ve got a heart and soul song playing, the summer breeze pouring through my window, I cannot stop the song mid-way. I just cannot.

So, I have to play some game, and drive more. Since I am alone, I talk to myself: I’ll keep driving till I hit a non-green light. I love this song, even though it’s about how the day has dawned and it is 3 am at night right now. My game is probably not a smart one, because I will end up driving really far, and the song will end, which will make me pick another such song that I won’t be able to switch off if I reach home before this third one ends. I see yellow flashing lights. Though I do not have to technically stop at these, I might as well head back home, and this way I have tweaked the rules (as I always do), and have played my game well.

I also drove on the highway the other day, with the moon nice and gorgeous and right smack in my face. With the Florida turnpike unfurling itself, rendering itself to me, I made love to the highway, listening to, “I wanna make love right now right now.”

*Sigh* : )

Good times.

I never used to like summer. I always thought I loved winter. India’s heat could not stop me from falling in love with summer. Notre Dame’s winter would have killed me with its gloom, and I am glad I chose to have no future plans over having plans that would not have dawned on my nights. If that makes any sense to anyone. Basically, the wrapper of this dove chocolate said, “In life’s winter, find your invincible summer.”

I think I am doing just that. Summer is meant for relaxing. So just chill ;-)