One of the best times of the year, summer, is almost over. It's the wonderful time to spend time with friends and loved ones, the time to laugh, and the time to wake up after noon when your friends call to get together. It's the time to procrastinate on summer projects and reading, just in the hope that the time of freedom and choices will last a bit longer. It's the time to perhaps hone your skills, to perhaps prove that you're not worthless (a mindset you simply can't erase, even after years of seeming to laugh it off), and get better. But the end is comming, and it won't stop for the simple pleasures and wantings of a few people. So I don't know, I just don't want it to end. I'm not yet ready to go on. There are so many things I have yet to do, but then again, I may never do them. I guess I simply have to savor every sweet moment left, because when the summer ends, there may be no time to laugh.