Summer.

Hello to all. I'm very sorry I haven't given you any of my simple words and thoughts to read lately. I've been incredibly busy. I got home from New York, and was completely drained. Emotionally and physically. I never knew that people you'd just met could change you so deeply. I learned so much from everyone. I refuse to let them drift away. I went to Boston to visit Pat with his parents. (For those who were not aware, Pat is my boyfriend. He's in Boston on the Berklee Five Week Summer Program Thing. Because he's an amazing musician. He might hate me for saying that here, but I don't care. He can deal. Hi, Pat!) It was a great day, the weather was amazing, even though we expected rain. The next day, I started work. I don't even want to get into that. Sitting at a desk from 7:30 to like, 4:30 in the afternoon is no way to spend your summer vacation. And I simply cannot work with family members.

Summer is slowly dwindling. I still have so much to do. French and English work. Experiences. Places. I swear, I had a list at the beginning of this summer of things I wanted to accomplish. I shall locate it, and tell you if I've actually done any of it.

I've developed a love for fireflies. They fascinate me to no end. I caught a bunch in New York. They'd hide in the grass of the lawns at Fordham, staying still, allowing you to catch them. I'd hold them between my cupped palms, and open them slowly, but the fireflies never left. I think they beg to be caught. They attract attention, and then they don't leave. They're kind of like us in that sense. They look for a way to escape, however, when given the opportunity, they like to stay for a while.

I don't know. Just some ramblings. I probably make no sense.