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Last year at this time I bought myself a large box of cheap crayons, to "celebrate" the last day of school. I spent the first few days of spring/summer vacation sporadically organizing them into categories of least to most favorite colour. I'd leave them on the dining room table, so I could sigh happily when I went through the room. When that got old, i categorized them according the "coolness" quality of their named descriptions. This made me happy, and temporarily distracted me from secretly missing school. Although i do like summer -- a pantless bliss of outdoor pleasure reading and destination-less flip flop walks -- i always go through a silly "no more classes/ time consuming essays" mourning period. After drawing with my crayons, a few mind-blowing portraits of Andrew eating various house hold items, my creative virility dried up a bit. and my commemorative crayons were placed in an empty yogurt container, and now sit on the floor, to the left of my bed.

I figured this year, instead of getting more crayons to commemorate/grieve the last moments of school, I'd get a blog instead. haha, Perhaps a blog will deter me from gazing longingly at old sexuality textbooks, and quietly reciting passages from my favorite feminists, in the shower. (although i will most likely continue the shower recitals)

Love, shannon.