summer.

the inevitable question of "what's going on in your summer?" keeps getting asked and i keep answering with a mumble and a stumble and then come up with some half-assed sentence like
"well, i'm learning .. how .. to drive .. in july .. and that's .. it .." "you aren't working?" "no .. i have a job during the year on Sundays.." "are you going out of town any?" "uhm .. no." "well .. driving will be fun! that's fun. have fun!" and then they tell me about their travel stories or their work stories.

so i'm thinking that with all the big things going on in people's lives, i gotta fit somewhere. the problem is, i don't know what i want to happen. i don't know. i thought i had a handle on what was up but i just want to get into the car again and drive. i want to get onto 271 and turn up the music and put down the windows and just drive. maybe that's the problem - i just want to run away.