Sultry Desultory

I've come to the conclusion that I hate the summer. Despite it's high points such as late nights, early mornings, and the apparent access to unbounded free time, I have come to despise these months. 

The weather is oppressive. However slicing the cold winter wind is, the moist heat of summer weighs down heavily on the lungs, the limbs, and the head. The sour, sticky air is not breathable, the bright, blinding sky is not viewable. 

But what I hate most about the summer is the aimlessness. I hate that school ends for four months. It sounds crazy, and it took me a while to confront the reality, but it's true. Even though I love sleeping late, waking up early is a small price to pay for an education. The smallest.

I'm a person who wants to do something. I am a person who needs to do something. And I am going to do something, goddamn it. 

...

I just don't know what it is.