Surfin' Safari?

So as of tomorrow, or technically today, I'm leaving for vacation. My father, just being..himself, has decided that leaving at 5:30 is a good idea. So my plan is to pull an all nighter. Read a little here. Watch a little youtube there. See the sun rise. I finally finished packing around 12:30am so now, at 1:10am, I must keep myself awake for the next four hours. Shouldn't be too hard. 10 hour car ride will be good for sleeping anyway.

I've been out of school for around a week now and I'm still waiting for it to feel like summer. Still hasn't really hit me. Probably won't. But last night felt pretty great. 'Twas filled with Live in Chicago, Cheez It's, and lots of this:



..and this.



It literally got to a point so great that I won't go into it. ..but I'm the master of awkward dancing, Shania Twain, and the Beach Boys.

This is fun because I don't think anyone, literally anyone at all, still reads this.

Now pushing 1:30am, 5:30am seems pretty far off. I bet I can do it. Just gotta find the right fanfiction *facepalm*
But I love me a good chaptered slash.

Summer has felt sort of liberating so far. Being able to just do whatever you please at your own leisurely time. Work kind of kills that. All of it. But it's still pleasant. I just kind of float around my house drifting from watching TV to playing piano, occasionally painting, back to TV (GENE SIMMONS FAMILY JEWELS FTW!). It's just kind of nice.

And so I leave you with this.



As I listen to this, I smile like a complete and utter idiot. This song is forever ingrained in my entire being. The Beach Boys are a cure for depression. RA RA RA RA SIS BOOM BA!

Look it up.

I could probably spend the next four hours just listening to the Beach Boys. It's like bliss.