yea yea yea i have a research paper to do by wednesday and i haven't even began to think about it but here i am online writing my blog and contemplating doing a mindless myspace survey. what is it about having something important to do that makes my brain go retardo?
so boston was a treat. we left ever so early (butt crack o' dawn, as i'm sure i mentioned earlier) and the ride up there was smooooth sailing. rebecca and i just bullshitted, mostly talking about how much we adore children w/p.d.d. and other such nonsense. once we got to boston, however, things started to go awry. we get off the exit and turn the wrong way onto the street we're on...and we call amie, a.k.a. no sense of direction magee, and we're like, "we're near this, we just passed that...hello?!" and without any sort of help she's like, "oh." so we end up in compton and we're like, "seriously, amie, we're in compton." and she is just like, "oh." !!!! so we turn around and find our way back to her stupid street (best part: roger street!) we're like, "how do you not know if you live by a zoo!!!" anyway, we like her new apartment, its ever so chic and grown up, what with the purple walls and kitchen table and all. so we get facials at elizabeth grady. my first one ever. and i'll tell you, i was NOT looking forward to it, cuz my skin is just normal and i thought, why am i getting some woman to poke around at my face? however, i LOVED it so much. it was amazing. (even tho i'm pretty sure at one point i had a snot bubble. i recounted this to amie and amie said, "yea, my lady used a tissue to get rid of mine and said 'this happens to everyone.'" ahhhh. i don't REALLY think i had a snot bubble. i was kidding!) we sat under a willow tree in the park and tried to capture the ducks (ok, i tried to capture the ducks). we ate at some cute pub called daisy buckeyes or something, where the bartender/waiter just absolutely hated our guts. then becky & i took naps while amie was "in charge" of making that night's plans.
for dinner, we meet judy rick & krystie at some italian joint that has NO AIRCONDITIONING and is about 100 degrees no joke. i nearly passed out, as did everyone else. afterwards, we enjoyed ICE CREAM INJECTED CUPCAKES at a place oddly named "tranny" right next door. i almost fought a few bitchy women at the restraunt, but apparently my normally paranoid head was up my ass cuz i didn't notice the rude things they were saying to me. thank god. it was funny cuz amie was shocked at how "confrontational" becky and i are. and how "weird". she is such a conservative nerd-o. in a good way. i think its just that bostonians are friendlier and more laid back then us pesky new yorkers. anyway. then amie takes us to some bar where we proceed to drink a shot only known as a "red headed slut"!!!!!!!!!! ahhahahahah. it was delish, and such a funny name. the bar would have been a blast cuz a cheesy 80s cover band was playing such hits as "like a prayer" "99 luft balloons" and "love shack" but alas, once again, NO A/C. what the fuck is wrong w/boston? or amie, cuz there were other bars with a/c. dumb. she said, "i hate being in charge." well, good, cuz you're fired!
so we go home to her apt. and play silly drinking games (marry, fuck or kill for example, with the most AWFUL people named)(like, seriously awful)(worse than you could even imagine)(my sisters are really gross) and call my mom who says, "be careful and don't make a mess!" much to our absolute delight. amie quickly passes out on the horrid air mattress so we go to sleep. for the record, air mattresses are fucking dumb.
next day we go eat at some (airconditioned) diner which was a delicious occasion. then we drive around southy looking for a place to paint mugs (we are such looooooosers) and end up at quincy market, which i love. we buy some shit and eat at a wonderful restraunt where i proceed to have a lobster.
we left not too long after that.
i think i had an anxiety attack about driving home since i was so tired and my last experience driving home from boston was really fucking terrible. i thought i was having a heart attack.
however, this awful heart attack feeling keeps happening to me. its happening right now. what is wrong w/me? maybe i'm stressed out. maybe i should write my paper.
only 4 days left of my practicum!!!! i am so excited!
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