Break Is Never Soon Enough

I'm in photo again right now, that's why I'm able to write this. I can't wait for break, it's making me completely crazy. i feel like i could scream and take a bowl of chilled water and douse myself. or maybe taking a bag of marshmallows onto my roof to throwing them people below. i want to take hedge cutters and make some bush artistic... it would most likely come out blobish but i wouldn't care. i would trim in disguise, dressed in camouflage, and bush buzz at midnight. i want to drive to tilden and dive in indecently, swimming under moonlight... and then fight hypothermia, with the car heater on and shiver-sing while i wait for my joints to start working again. i feel like painting my mom's office splatter style, and with water balloons. I'm sure mom would appreciate some stylish decorating help. i feel like dyeing my hair teal, with pink streaks. i feel like howling at the moon and playing hide and seek in the woods. i feel like welding some great piece of modern art sculpture, even though i don't have a clue how. it should be all about swirls and mirrors and dice. i feel like taking a foghorn and hiding it on my street, so that i can watch and see what my neighbors do. i want to send a message in a bottle out to sea. i want to leave pin secret messages to my dad's cacti. that way they can "speak to him." if you talk to your plants they grow faster. most of all i want to climb a tree on a lazy afternoon and eat clementines.