The Summer Trilogy

First two weeks of summer, and three whole posts. Yikes. Looks like I have stuff on my mind.

I haven't been spending time with my dad but mainly because he finds so many excuses to yell all the time. I mainly stay with my grandparents. Recently, I've moved all the boxes out of a small shed and make it into a little man-cave. Or, a boy-cave, really. In there, I keep all my comic books and snacks and weed. It's awesome and I really like it.

I've been picking guitar back up. I remember how to play it for the most part. I learned Rape Me, and Black Hole Sun. I've also been meaning to play Silent Hill, because it looks really interesting. I like how it's foggy, I think that's scary as it is.

My hair has been getting long. It used to be right to my head, but now it's long enough to put into a small, 1-inch ponytail. It's nice to have a cool neck and back, though.

I've been working on some code and drawing, but mainly I've just been taking it easy. I hope that, when I go back to school, I'll be alright. But, that's for August Michael. And I'm just May Michael.

I've been finishing shows I've started to watch. But I've been watching a few movies recently. Tusk, American Psycho, Jaws, The Craft... Lots of scary movies, but don't get it twisted, I'm not excited for Halloween. In fact, I'm dreading it. I never go trick or treating anymore. It sucks.

The one thing I like about Halloween is that it reminds me of my best friend, Fletcher. They're a Halloween-y person. I hope me and him can spend some of the Halloween weekend together. Speaking of which, he's going to a beach in my state this summer. I'm excited, because that beach is only an hour from my house. So, I have a slim chance of seeing him face-to-face. Or, rather, face-to-shoulders, because he is a giraffe.

I've seen people act crazy over this romantization of what a small town is, which is odd to see, as someone who is currently living in a small town. I check all the boxes-- knowing everyone, sand and dirt roads, weird crime, fog and rain, breakfast joints at every turn. It's small but I like it small. That might just be because I'm poor, though.

Other than all of that, I've pretty much just been eating and sleeping this summer. I'm entertained enough. But, it's just the second week. Who knows what could happen?

Ambitious, but happy... Michael Banks

Summertime and Hardships

Howdy, all! My summer has started off quite well.

I went to Lake Murray with my friends earlier this week. It was really nice. All three of us got in a floatie and pushed ourselves towards the deeper part of the lake. It was quiet, for just a minute. I remember I pushed myself down into the water to see who could hold their breath between me and a girl, while the other one sat on the floatie and counted the seconds.

Under the water was peaceful. I saw the plants and my friend's legs. It was quiet because all I had in my ears was water and not noise. I was under there for 27 seconds, but it felt so much longer. I like the water. But I'm scared of it, for some reason. I'm scared of what I can't see, that's all. 

When I had my first kiss, I was watching Grey's Anatomy. But, my second kiss was under a pontoon, in the same lake I was at this week. Almost a year ago, now. I was swimming with my friend, and we went under her pontoon, in that small spot between boat tubes. I think about that sometimes. I'm still friends with her, but she's not with me anymore.

It's like, I kept running, and she had to sit down. That's been happening a lot recently. I run, and I don't look back, but others can. They can afford to look backwards, and I can't. I wasn't born with the time to stop and look back.

I was born premature. I should've been born December 25th, but I was born on the 7th. Nowadays I find myself being premature on most other things. I can sit and listen where others can't help but talk. 

I've been talking in a tangent. Anyways, at the lake, we all said we would take turns jumping from this dock. Once the first girl jumped in, she said she saw snakes, and we had to pull her back out.

After we got back on land, we got on a kayak and went down this little river. We saw little used satvia cans, and MAGA flags, and enough turtles for all of our three lifetimes. We got to the end, and there was a log arching over the path. We got out of our boat and sat on the log, and talked for a while.

Every time I go to that lake I feel peaceful. It's a nice spot to be at.

Anyways, I've begun to try figure out drawing. I haven't been doing the best but I've been told that my shapes are good. I've also been watching BoJack Horseman. It's very good, and I heavily recommend it to anyone who hasn't watched it already.

I've been hanging out with my best friend, Fletcher, more these days. He's nice and I love him to bits but he's a little anxious. I hope one day I can really prove to him that I love him and that I'm not going to have some weird twist-villian arc.

He's been getting me into the little games he plays. Hylics, Cogdis, Deltarune, and Pseudoregalia. I think it's nice when they show me the stuff they like, because I like him.

At home, I haven't been doing so well. My house quite literally doesn't have a room for me, and I've been splinting for the past few days. Splints + sleeping on the couch = bad.

I guess I should end this soon because it's already pretty damn long.

Until next time... Michael Banks.

A Summer Prologue

It’s almost summer break, cowfolk! I’m super excited. I got some new boots from my pa and I’ve been doing pretty well.

For starters, school is almost over, and I’m hyped for that. Secondly, next year I won’t be doing band, so that’s good. But I’ll be switching to NJROTC. I hope that goes well.

I got 1290/1560 on the PSATS, 98th percentile, and I got this little award to hang up somewhere. But the spelt my name wrong on the dang thing. They said they’ll remake it, though, but I doubt it.

My dad said we’re finally gonna move. But he’s been saying that for, what, three years now? I might move out before we move. But I hope not, our trailer is as shitty as the day is long. It’s a tin can. Much too hot when the sun beats down on it, and freezing cold when winter rolls around. And the bugs, eugh. I’d rather sleep in the car sometimes.

My family is really rooting for me. Mainly so that when I get a good job and stuff, they can mooch. But they’re all telling me I’m smart and that I’ll make a good name for them. Ha! As if. I’m taking the first boy I see and marrying him ‘till he can’t even look at the colour white without being sick, and stealing his last name mission-impossible-style.

Speaking of boys, my boyfriend has been funny recently. Not in a bad way, nor a good way. But he’s just a smidgen different. I can’t quite tell what it is that’s different, but it’s something. Maybe it’s not him, but rather how I see him.

He’s okay. He’s thinks with his head, and rarely his heart. I think he’d fair from realizing that paraded purity is purely performative. But I love him very much, even if he has things to learn.

I’ve been taking showers at the start of my days, rather than the end. It helps me wake up. I’ve also began sleeping later. Probably just my brain growing into my skull and messing with my internal clock. I’ll be fine.

I realize this post is quite short, but it’s about to be lunch (I realize I mainly write before lunch— science class is apparently very boring!) so I would like to wrap this up. But a few words of wisdom for the people who see this:

A peacock's fan may be beautiful, but it's the quiet song of the robin that truly heralds the spring.

Adios! Michael Banks.