Our lists will forever be never ending. Splitting it into seasons is just easier on the mind. Here is the beginning of my summer notebook. May it’s words be given life before the summer is out.

Get wetsuit. Surf. (Tick, tock. It’s July.)

Dye suede boots already. (I need to find chocolate brown suede dye.)

Import “greatest car CD ever” onto my comp (before it becomes unplayably scratched).

Six Flags (with our new English friend).

Add lace to my ratty old jean shorts. (In other words, make them immortal.)

Bleach stamp tiny flowers onto overalls. (Yes, I said overalls.)

Sell old beach cruisers.

Garage sale. (Make way for the new.)

Have mom teach me to sew (and finally force her to make my dress she’s been talking about for so long).

Make slips and camisoles. (No one wears slips anymore. It’s tragic.)

Update the blog book.

Make over that old suitcase I found. (Gramma shouldn’t mind.)

Write more…seriously, you call yourself a writer.

Now enjoy these animals’ smiles, slime, and overbites from Cal Poly San Luis Obispo.

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