Boston.

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain...
Oh yeah and I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,

--Boston, Augustana

Running away, getting out, thats all i can think about. 26 days until i move out, about 26 more class days. it all seems to be passing so slowly. i'm ready for that fresh start, i'm ready to move past all the shit, i'm ready to move on. we've made a bucket list for the summer, with ideas like getting henna tattoo's, going to a club, or making rap vidoes...but i think the underlying theme is starting over, moving on. something we struggle with, but something we have to do. so, here's to a fresh start. here's to summer 2011, here's to late nights and early mornings, here's to tears and laughter. i hope to God it's everything we need it to be.