i had to write this paper for english class that was basically a personal narrative about a place that i've been. i wrote about milpitas and berkeley and the whole area, really... it's not really that great, i guess... and it's kind of emo in places. i wrote it just now and i'm completely tired... so it's all rambling. I titled it "What Will You Do When Your Suntan Fades?".

here's like... the last part of it:

The summer was it’s own entity. I still see and love all of these people, but I think much of the time we all wish we could get back to that place. Back to that summer. Back to San Francisco. Back to Milpitas. Back to Berkeley. It’s possible that we forget, though, that the summer wasn’t where we were, it was who we were. We’re still who we are, fortunately… so, the summer really hasn’t ever passed… I guess.

or something...