Austin can't sleep, so he's going to make some analytical statement.

Here's a summation of my summer in song form, accompanied by their respective analyses:

June:Mister blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?
Electric Light Orchestra - Mr. Blue Sky

After AP tests, finals, and 3 seasons-worth of schooling, school is finally out. Suddenly,
I don't have to care about anything. AWESOME. But why did the good days have to come out now, and not, oh, around late April? Where did we go wrong, Mr. Blue Sky?

July:I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make our cells
Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
Simply cannot hold all our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode
(and it won't be a pretty sight)
The Postal Service - We Will Become Silhouettes
The internship is in full form, and I'm thinking about exploding with things that I wanted to yell at my teacher and her TA. I simply can't hold all my insides in, and that's when we'll explode. I just wanted to find stability, but it's nowhere in sight. Awesome. But at the end of July, I finally had peace.

Early August:I don't feel like i'm falling.
No, I don't feel like i'm falling
No, I don't feel like i'm falling down.
Just say "hello" to the ground.
Ben Kweller - Falling
I know college is coming up. I know I'm going to be away from Mahomet for at least 4 years. I know this. I haven't started to pack because I don't feel it. But somehow it hasn't hit me yet. I don't feel like I'm falling, but I know in a few days I'm going to feel a big hit. So I'll just say Hello and let it happen.

August:And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
Death Cab For Cutie - Photobooth
All the seniors are going their separate ways into separate states, and we're going to have to cut everybody off pretty soon. It's time to realize that we're done with this town and we're going to go on to do bigger and better things, with new people. We're going to have to realize that it's time to move on. The Mahomet chapter of our lives is dwindling down to the last line and it's time. It's finally time to open a new book and start a new story. Finally, after 18 years it has happened.