I Thought Summer's Were Supposed To Be Entertaining...?

Summer 2009 began on March the 29th, apparently. It's that time when you forget to put your clocks forward and you use the excuse of the change in time to claim your too tired to do anything or were late for work. Bull shit, you live in the 21st Century. One way or another you'd find out - unless you live in the door ways of the desolate Woolworths, but then you just fail, full stop.

Back to the beginning... Summer is here, my second and final year of college is over and done with now. UCAS is done and dusted and I been offered at Roehampton University to study film in September. It's about the only thing I'm looking forward to and getting excited about. I'm wishing my summer away as some may say and so they should say because summer time is supposed to be fun and entertaining... etc... But I find it more of a purgatory for the living.

Everyone gets so excited when the summer comes around. They begin to plan their amazing summer of fun before work/college/school/life kick starts again on the 1st of September. Camping trips, house parties, road trips, the beach, festivals, chilling in the park... Wicked! 2/3 months of nothing but chilled out amusement.

No. I've been on my summer holiday now for, about a month i'd say and about 2% of it has been entertaining. People seem to get a bit carried away with it all... Whenever you feel up for doing something, no one is around - no one is doing anything or they're all of doing it. Thank you for the invite 'friends.' But don't worry though, when it's all been done; The BBQ, the beach trip or the night out, the photo's will be on Facebook under the title: "Look What We Did Without You Because We Don't Like You/Can't Be Bothered With You Or Assumed You Were Already Doing Something." So I can now sit back in my desk chair and pretend I was there, fantastic.

I have, however, purchased a ticket for the Latitude festival later in July so I can at least do something durring my time waiting for the real excitment to happen in September. In the mean time, I might throw a house party at mine. I'll have lots of drinks, a BBQ and a good sound system for the music. It'll be invite only too, and the only invite will be given to me. That way, I can have a wicked time - without the pathetic imature drinking antics: "Ah ma God! Ama soooo dru-unka!" Oh fuck off, you twat! Was that your first pint was it? Mummy let you out to play now has she? It would be without the debilitating drama, the bitching and the stale two-faces. Lovely.

I'll make sure I've charged my camera battery and the pictures will be on Facebook the next evening then you, delightful reader, can experience the beguiling entertainment. Looking at them through your computer screen... It'll be just like being there in person!

Roll on the good times...