Dear God, can you make it stop pouring!!??

Summertime is supposed to be a time of relaxation, renewal, rejuvenation.

Yeah...right.

I swear, I'm working myself crazy, because when I have a day off I'm so bored.  All that I'm really concerned about is saving money for when I go back to college.  So I save, work, babysit, save, maybe spend some, then save more.

And while this is mundane, at least everything is going like I planned.  My boyfriend's summer is not going so well.

Ok, so besides the fact that he needs a new phone, his car transmission decides to conk out.  Which means that he has to either pay to get his car fixed (expensive) or get a new car (expensive) or be carless (lame and not fun).

He has been working for a month straight.  I'm serious.  Not one day off in a month.  I couldn't deal.  At least I get Sundays off.

Then there's the possibility that even though he has been working for so long he might not get his bonus check at the end of the summer.  His $500 bonus check.  His 2-months-worth-of-rent bonus check.  Besides the fact that he doesn't even know if he's going to have work the entire summer.

Plus, me, his girlfriend, lives in a different city, and I can't see him because my car sucks.  If I had a better car I would be able to go visit him, but not at the moment.  My car would die.  So he has to deal with all these things on his own.  Which isn't horrible, but when you're used to having someone around, it sucks.

I dunno, then there's always the fact that being apart makes things suck even more.

Don't want to get all sentimental on you guys, but there it is.

Well, besides the car, the rent, books, college, work, and having no social life...this summer is going alright.

When it rains, it pours.

You can't teach an old dog new tricks.

Well. It’s a good thing that I’m not old. Because there are quite a few tricks that I need to learn.

Maybe keeping my mouth shut.

It’s been brought to my attention how much I actually do talk. I mean, more than most people. And I actually thought that I was a quiet person! I guess not. I let spill things that I shouldn’t and say unnecessary things. Then again, so do most people. But it’s always something that I can work on. You know, just for self-improvement. I guess it all goes back to self control. Learning to control what I say, when I say it, so on and so forth. More specifically, the virtue of prudence.

I don’t think that our society has much prudence anymore. I mean, people get offended all of the time, and there are certain things that are taboo to say. But I don’t really agree with the subjects that have been chosen as “taboo.” For example, faith. No one talks about faith anymore. They just assume that everyone has found their own place in some faith and that works for them. Certain words are “taboo.” Retarded. Gay. Midget. Then you have to wonder what else is going to be taboo. There’s no telling.

But when it comes to things like gossiping about relationships, outbursts, fights, medical problems, diseases, and other misfortunes that befall the human race – why – speak up! How could you have kept that juicy piece of information to yourself all of those years? And while words like “retarded”, “gay”, and “midget”, are actual facts, actual pieces of vocabulary, and are shunned, rumors grow numerously! What a strange society we live in. Rumors have the potential to ruin lives, hurt relationships, feelings, and damage a multitude of other things.

Suffice it to say that I don’t understand. No wonder I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut. Unless I just don’t speak at all times, there’s going to be something offensive to others, or offensive to my morality, that I say. Ridiculous.