And in my 34A 13 year old way, I think... This will be a good summer Already I can smell the grass And feel the humid half night of 8:45 pm (15 minutes before I have to go into the house) And I can imagine (with such TV-like vividness) the guy I will surely meet and how far we will get (a 14 year old Dylan Mckay/DannyZuko and first base) And sleepovers with a BFF (best friend forever, whom I will undoubtedly room with in college) to whom I confess my goal of looking like Brenda Walsh/Sandy her-last-name-wasn't-mentioned-in Grease-was-it? and getting to first base (when I'm in highschool and a cheerleader the metamorphosis will occur) And then I go out and buy an ice cream bar (since that was the last year before I began counting calories) And smile when the third-guy-who-ever-honked-at-me honks at me (or maybe at the car in front of him) (but I think it's at me)Birth sign: Not entered
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