School is over. Let summer promptly begin! I have all of the time I want to do only the things I want, but even so I haven't used it for any of those things yet. It could be that I have just been enjoying the lack of stress, or I could be being lazy. The jury's out.
Next week I'm going to West Point for a few days, and I'm pretty worried. I'm not sure I can keep up with all of the exercise they will be expecting of me there, but if I have difficulties then at least I'm only there for a few days. The camp is just to help me decide whether or not I would want to go to West Point once I graduate.
One thing that is really bothering me right now is all of the camps my dad is making me go to this summer. So far, there are four total. I just want my summer to myself, is that too much to ask?
On a slightly deeper note, I haven't been nearly sad enough lately. I cannot write music if I am not properly miserable, and for the last few weeks I've been quite happy. There's a certain friend of mine who, for some reason or another, makes me miserable when I'm around him. I really want to see him, but it's strange. It's like a craving for a poison. It doesn't make much sense, but without this certain poison I can't create. Maybe I'll call him, but if I do then it's with the knowledge that I'll feel terrible because of it. I can't be happy no matter what I do, so I might as well make something out of it.