the day i didnt get out of bed

I want to be writing a poem about the person who gives me butterflies while sitting on a giant rock by the river. I want to be jumping on my parents trampoline in 90 degrees weather. I want to be waiting in a line of O.A.R. fans ready to race for front row. I want to be driving aimlessly with my sister, listening to "summertime" by sublime, no map, windows down. I want to be "that girl" again. I want to dress like a hippie everyday. I want to be sitting in bed with Nicole along with a gallon of ice cream, chips and salsa, cookie dough & cheese watching House. I want to be smoking mango hookah with my best girlfriends at the river around midnight, just us and 4 candles. I want to be buying a stack of books at books a million. I want to be sneaking back into the house at 5:00 AM. I want to be dancing on stage. I want to be hemping on the beach. I want to be showering in the rain at bonnaroo.

You were good to me Summer 2009.

Listening to 311, Pepper, Bob Marley & Ben Harper