All the walls in my house are painted gray

If I am going to wake up at 6:30 because of the light, it better fucking be sunshine instead of the cancerous reflection of gray . Gray clouds, gray water, gray ground, gray weather. But this is still pre-summer. Summer is my favorite season so I define the seasons like this: pre-summer, summer, indian summer and holidays. For me, pre-summer starts after Cinco de Mayo, when they start selling s'more stuff in Safeway. It really kicks into high gear when I get my grades back in June. [This quarter was my worst grades, but I got an A for effort from my physical therapist, and that is all I really cared about anyway.] Summer starts tomorrow, my birthday, June 21st. The solstice. The longest day of the year. It better fucking be sunny.

The forecast predicts sun on Tuesday. Which is nice because I'd love to see the mountains as I fly out of Seattle that morning. That's right, I'm going to Europe again. (!!!!!!) I have been incredibly lucky to be invited along with the Osborne family on their two week tour of Italy. I will then spend some time in Paris and Parma, then come back to Seattle for five days, and then fly to LA. I'm heading to LA with the Youth Speaks Seattle Poetry Slam Team for Brave New Voices. (!!!!!!) BNV is a week long poetry festival culminating in a grand slam on the Disney stage hosted by Common. More information here: http://www.bravenewvoices.org/.

So I'm happy to say that after Rome-Tuscany-Venice-Paris-Milan-Parma I'll be back in Seattle for good. On July 25th I expect summer to be in high gear, and then I'll be gracious for the gray that grows our city green. And I'll be looking forward to seeing you, if you are in Seattle, and if you care enough about me to read my blog. Until then, I'll bless you with basic banal babbling, letters linked in a line like [insert food-imagery based simile], and, when I'm really hyper, extended metaphor. What I'm trying to say is my writing don't always come out smoothly, like perfect pancakes. No, I forget to use baking soda and it all falls flat. But, I'm not going to follow a recipe for this blog. I think that's how they invented crepes.