Went to Passaic Beth Israel today, only to find out from the goddamned old lady volunteer workin the front desk that I'd have to wait an hour to visit. Rather than get in her face about how my sister works in cardiology there as a radiation tech, I said "OK. Thank you." through my grinding teeth, and left. So, rather than wait until 8 for the next visitng half hour to start, when my mom wil be asleep and my car broken into, I have to go tomorrow. Why does everything have to be so fucking complicated?
Went home, packed some milk crates full of stuff, jerked off in my living room and stole the rest of the Pepsi and a roll of TP to bring back home. Stopped at an organic food store to say hello to a friend and met up withPandemonium while I was there.
Started reading old letters when I was home, and I just couldn't do it. I was cool with the pictures though, so I brought them up.
Read for two hours straight last night until I fell asleep.
I remember when I was in Cambridge the weekend before I turned 20 last November. The weather was pretty damn nice for late fall, and we walked around all day. There seemed to be an Au Bon Pain everywhere you looked, as opposed to Starbucks. The coffee was good though. Harvard is one of the most gorgeous college campuses I have ever seen in my life. The city of Cambridge itself, or at least what I saw of it, was beautiful as well. I remember I saved about two paychecks, we took a Greyhound up from Port Authority that left at 330 am, and got there at 8. The bus smelled like weed because of some soul, and yeah, it's a craptacular way to travel. But as soon as we got there, I was floored. We took the Red Line (the subway is soooo easy compared to the NYC subway) over the Charles River and checked our bags at the hotel. Oh, a word on a hotel....The Hotel Marlowe is a 4 star hotel, I literally blew about 200 bucks for one night for the both of us, and we got a king sized bed, on the 4th floor, overlooking the river. We must have looked pretty goofy, we were the only people there who didnt have cars or have a cab hailed for us. We ate cheap ass mexican food for dinner. Went to see a movie at an arthouse theater, but got lost so we walked around MIT instead. There were a lot of street performers, really good ones, one that played a Chinese instrument, I don't recall what it was, but it sounded beautiful. We didn't see any really good looking girls, except maybe one working at the Urban Outfitters there. Oh, except for one on the subway ride back to the Boston bus terminal who smiled at me.
The Port Authority bus terminal in the middle of the night depresses the hell out of me.
I could have sworn I saw the same gentleman with a guitar case in NYC as I did in Cambridge, only he didn't take the same bus as us.
I was awake for 48 hours straight for it, as well. I had a huge paper due that Friday (we left Friday night/Saturday morning) that I stayed up all night doing, then had class all day, stayed awake, slept for an hour or two on the bus, and walked around all day until 11 when I slept.
Went home, packed some milk crates full of stuff, jerked off in my living room and stole the rest of the Pepsi and a roll of TP to bring back home. Stopped at an organic food store to say hello to a friend and met up withPandemonium while I was there.
Started reading old letters when I was home, and I just couldn't do it. I was cool with the pictures though, so I brought them up.
Read for two hours straight last night until I fell asleep.
I remember when I was in Cambridge the weekend before I turned 20 last November. The weather was pretty damn nice for late fall, and we walked around all day. There seemed to be an Au Bon Pain everywhere you looked, as opposed to Starbucks. The coffee was good though. Harvard is one of the most gorgeous college campuses I have ever seen in my life. The city of Cambridge itself, or at least what I saw of it, was beautiful as well. I remember I saved about two paychecks, we took a Greyhound up from Port Authority that left at 330 am, and got there at 8. The bus smelled like weed because of some soul, and yeah, it's a craptacular way to travel. But as soon as we got there, I was floored. We took the Red Line (the subway is soooo easy compared to the NYC subway) over the Charles River and checked our bags at the hotel. Oh, a word on a hotel....The Hotel Marlowe is a 4 star hotel, I literally blew about 200 bucks for one night for the both of us, and we got a king sized bed, on the 4th floor, overlooking the river. We must have looked pretty goofy, we were the only people there who didnt have cars or have a cab hailed for us. We ate cheap ass mexican food for dinner. Went to see a movie at an arthouse theater, but got lost so we walked around MIT instead. There were a lot of street performers, really good ones, one that played a Chinese instrument, I don't recall what it was, but it sounded beautiful. We didn't see any really good looking girls, except maybe one working at the Urban Outfitters there. Oh, except for one on the subway ride back to the Boston bus terminal who smiled at me.
The Port Authority bus terminal in the middle of the night depresses the hell out of me.
I could have sworn I saw the same gentleman with a guitar case in NYC as I did in Cambridge, only he didn't take the same bus as us.
I was awake for 48 hours straight for it, as well. I had a huge paper due that Friday (we left Friday night/Saturday morning) that I stayed up all night doing, then had class all day, stayed awake, slept for an hour or two on the bus, and walked around all day until 11 when I slept.
Sorry, nothing more enlightening is coming out of me right now. The rest sounds lovely.