Soco Amaretto & Summer Dreaming...

Hmm...I'm taking a study break which makes no sense as I've only been working for like half an hour. Its amazing what making a to do list does for your perspective. One would think that it would motivate, which is why I make it. In hopes that it will motivate me. But seeing all my tasks listed just makes me want to go do something else. Not sure what that else is, but its definitely not homework.
So I was bad and skipped Econ today. Hopefully I won't be totally behind when I go back tomorrow. I just couldn't force myself to go. Although what I did instead wasn't very productive because sometimes I just suck at things. In this case it seems to be often. I really wish I was more helpful.
I'm listening to a mix cd I burned from my sister last spring. It makes me think of spring. One night in particular when I was folding laundry with the window open in my bedroom listening to this one song in particular...Soco Amaretto. It describes my summer so well. I didn't want it to end. It was seriously the best I've ever had. Though in the song they're passed out and stuff and that definitely wasn't me but still...Its not the lyrics that mean so much as what I associate it with. Which really isn't summer yet, just spring and being carefree. I need it to be spring and Friday all at the same time. I'm wishing it was Friday more but Spring is second. Fourteen weeks from today I'll be home. It seems so long away, and while I know I'm not supposed to wish my life away, right now I'd give anything for it to be spring and this summer. I shouldn't be thinking about it already. It simply makes it harder, but I've been focused on it quite a bit lately. I'll be getting home in early May, which is one of my favorite times and listening to this song, I just wish I was back, matching my socks and looking out the window.
Just a little bit of reminiscing.
I also found out that we're flying down for spring break so I won't be leaving till early Sunday morning and I'll be back at like 9 or 10 Friday night. That makes me happy because if Matt comes home then I can see him. And while I still don't want to go, knowing that makes it a little more bearable.
It seriously needs to be Friday evening. Maybe tomorrow and Friday will go by quick. At least the Friday before he gets here. Then I hope it goes as slow as these past 3 weeks have. Wishful thinking I know...