What a summer it has been. There is just so much to talk about. Unfortunately, my actual summer is really only 6 weeks long because I have to be back at school for soccer during the second 6 weeks. I live close enough though that I can live at home and drive to practice everyday. Anyway, I started off the summer by getting that tattoo I talked about in my post before this one. Then I went so a spring concert at another school and met a really cool girl. I love the feeling of being able to write about someone other than my ex on here. Unfortunately, this new girl and I didn’t work out. No hard feelings, she’s great but it was just the right person and the wrong time.

What I really wanted to write about here was this past weekend. When I’m at school, I love coming home. Lots of people complain about the town that I’m from. They say its trashy and there’s nothing to do. I guess I can agree with this at times. But this weekend made me realize that it doesn’t matter where you are, it’s the people you are with that can make anywhere great. One of my good friends went back to school in Florida today. So we had a going away get together this past Friday. It was fun, kind of an average party like we’re used to. THEN, the next day was the best part. I spent the whole day at graduation parties. While this was happening, a guy I played high school soccer with was having a huge party at his house for his 23rd birthday. All of my friends and I planned on stopping by later in the day. We went to my one friends house and pre-gamed (I didn’t drink on Saturday because I had fitness testing today) then we went up to the party. It was so much fun. There were a lot of people there that were a few years older than us, but they were all people I knew from high school and I hadn’t seen in so long. It was so good seeing everyone. Even without drinking it was still a ton of fun. Yesterday (Sunday) all of my friends went to the Pirate game. Unfortunately I couldn’t go because I had an unofficial team meeting at school.

The point is: that was the most fun I’ve had in my hometown in a long time. It was the way things should be all the time. It almost made me not want to go back to school for soccer. I mean of course I want to, but that weekend was the fun I’ve been missing out on for so long. Now I’m just really looking forward to being able to do that with all of my friends again. I turn 21 in the fall and next summer will be better than ever. I guess you can complain all you want about where you’re from or you can make the best of it. No matter what, you can’t change your roots.