I am back. From Boston. From hiding (not that I was very well hidden). And from wherever else your imagination told you I was. Point is, I felt like blogging, so here I am.
Boston was...odd. It was lovely, it was horrible, it was great and it made me homesick. Basically, what I felt was confused. Except for the 45 minutes I was at the Harry Potter exhibition, because that made me so.insanely.happy.
Now that I'm back, I have work hitting me like a tidal wave. Assignments, tests, exams, the LUMS test(yuck) and begging the American people to give me more money. Apart from that, trying to find some way of earning money because I'm still, I reiterate, flat stinking broke and there's nothing I can do about it.
I'd say I want to go back to Boston, but I actually don't.
Where I do want to go, is Lahore. That was fun.