So not to be sentimental or anything...

10 days until I hit the CNY. AWESOME.

Or is it? If we've met, you know that the vast majority of the time I'm a pile of judgment seething with hatred. At this particular time, I am a pile of all the things. Here's the story: I like Boston. I like the people I've met this summer. I like where I live. I also hate all these things. I will miss it.

Now, I liked Hamilton. I liked the music department. I liked Lauralyn. I liked my friends. I liked the combination of people and professors. I liked my world there. I also hated these things. I miss them.

I like the CNY. I know it sounds crazy, but I do. I like the fields and trees. I like the people I've come to know from there. From being away, I've learned to like my family. I also hate these things. I miss them.

Being here just for the summer, you know ahead of time that the people and the places will not all be here the next time you are. You know that this summer lasts as long as your class/job does, and then you go back to your "real" life. But instead, I'm finding that pretty much everywhere is like a summer, for better or worse. Hamilton will never be as it was. The CNY will never be as it was. There are people who stay from your summers, and there are those you lose touch with. I'll tell you one thing: if you'd told me four years ago the names of the people I'm in regular contact with now, I never would have guessed it. I'm sure there are a couple of names I'd have noted as conspicuously missing. They are still conspicuously missed.

Just so this entry doesn't become totally emo in a way that I have always mocked, allow me to share a new game. This game is called "wishing global warming death on all those who refuse to call Congress for no good reason." My top global warming death wishes so far:

1. I hope that when the storm surges come, _______'s house floods and all his/her most precious possessions are totally destroyed. I hope that he/she contracts dysentery from the flood waters and dies leeching blood and pus into the bog over what used to be Fanueil Hall.
2. I hope that when the hurricanes rage uncontrollably, ______'s house catches on fire and that he/she gets to watch all his/her most precious possessions go up in smoke. I hope he/she finds the charred remains of the family pet on the front lawn. I hope that he/she loses the $5000 that was hidden under the matress and is left homeless when the floods come.
3. I hope that when the earthquakes come, _______'s house is buried in rubble. I hope that he/she is stuck underground for days with irritating family members who immediately opt for cannibalism. I hope he/she is roasted on a spit for days, because the idiot family members don't realize it's using up air and all they have to burn him/her with are monies that he/she had saved in the basement and old tax forms.

Violent enough? Pegxcellent.