LAST first day of Highschool

The bittersweet moment had come where I put on my NineWest pumps, black skinny jeans, retro white tank with a metal necklace, and walk down the halls of Monticello High School for the LAST first day of school. This morning as I woke up I truely did NOT want to go. I pleaded and begged (even suggested online classes) but I was forced to go. My wonderful boyfriend drove me and gave me a kiss good bye as I saw all the new freshman step off the buses and same familiar faces join their cliques. The day went by ok but I already have homework :( bummer... at least we can use our cellphones at school (thank god). Each year I always take a picture of me for the first day of school but this year I forgot, so here's my picture of me now. Note: I have NO makeup on and I look rough but I'm cheesin with my AP Gov. homework. Did I mention I did ALL of my summer reading today?! Yeah, pretty gnarly

ps: Math class sucks

My summer wish

School is around the corner. It's my senior year and I can't be more hestitant about going back to that hell hole of a place. I won't make this blog negative but I can't help feel sorry about what a horrible summer I had. Of course on facebook there are the amazing cruis ship statuses, pictures from gorgeous far-away beaches, and endless gossip about who went where. I, however, stayed in cville. It's not that I didn't want to go anywhere- I tried. I have a job which keeps me busy and before that I was taking care of my house and my family situations. I purposely don't want to go to the first day of school because I know people will ask "how was your summer?" and I'll simply reply, "terrible." But- whatever. If I can't have my perfect summer wish I want to at least fantisize about it.

I want to be in a gorgeous beach house right on the ocean sands overlooking the ripples of clear blue water. My itunes would be blasting throughout the house and you could hear my Pepper, Matisyahu, Slightly Stoopid, Nirvana, John Mayer, and Rooney smoothely playing out of every open door and window. I would be prancing around in a little sundress swaying to the rhthym of the music. In front of me would be a huge cookbook, containing endless possibilities of food. My fridge would be stocked full of foods to cook with and I would spend the day making whatever I wanted. Smells of warm baked goods would mix with sweet-salty sea air. When everything was done, I would walk down to a table on the beach. Lay out a beautiful silk table covering and eat away my delicious creations. The orange sun would cascade towards me as it set, matching the colors from my candle light. When I was all done, I would take a nice walk along the beach, sipping on a nice glass of wine and smiling from ear to ear. The cool water would splash onto my feet until I reached home. As I entered the house, I would slip into my pjs, put on a nice movie and fall asleep on a luxurious featherbed.


The next morning I would wake up to birds chirping and the crisp summer air filling my lungs. My hot tea would be sitting on the porch with some decadant biscottis. Then... I would start my day all over again

Thats all I could ever want. I dont need a trip to Europe, or dining on a five-star restaurant. All I want is quiet, calm, relaxtion by the beach. The only place that makes me happy...


"The cure for everything is saltwater: sweat, tears, or the sea."
-Isak Dinesen


xoxo,
Dutchess