23:42 - 2005-04-20
In Which It is Almost Summer
Has been a fabulous day.
Spent the afternoon in the Cloisters -- not naked! -- ostensibly working on my paper. It hasn't been going well; I just can't find the drive to write, which is a problem. It's hot and I was in my swimming suit and then dried off in the sun and it almost felt like summer. And then I went to dinner dripping wet.
And I want so much to find a good outdoor swimming pool like the one back home and go swimming all day and then go eat brats and drink soda and lounge around outside talking about the most random shit imaginable. It feels like summer and I have to manage to cross the damn line into it actually being summer and then I can take a little time off to slack. I just need to find the grit to get through until the end of exams.
The best part was after dinner, though when the sun had gone down and the sky was that blue-grey color that it turns just before the last of the sun's rays vanish for good. Erika, Mar and I all went to the Cloisters and after some debate and mustering of nerve (the water was fairly cold and the air no longer so warm and there was a class in session who could have seen us, had they cared to look out) we all stripped and dunked, shrieking and laughing, then jumped back out and wrapped ourselves up in towels we'd brought along. We then managed to get ourselves dressed again and retreated back to the relative respectability of Merion.
I think I'm drunk from heat and water and I've now got that kind of languor that sets in after a day like this ... I feel like I should be sitting on the front porch, drinking lemonade and playing cards and reading, but instead I've got a paper to write and I just. Can't. Do it. My willpower seems to be inversely proportional to the temperature. Or maybe it just diminishes relative to the amount of time left in school.
