this weekend was... interesting. It was a three day, yay veterans day!!
Thursday. Went out to Sanctuary in Boston with Ang and her crew. Was told to "look nice", which basically is my roommate begging me to wear something other than jeans, a black shirt, and studded everything. I did as she asked, cleaned up nice, still kept to red and black though. I wound up having a blast. Just because I'm not attracted to giant greased up muscle men and their picture perfect blonde counterparts doesn't mean they're not good people, and this was the perfect reminder of that. I wound up staying out all night and returning home with the sun with some new friends and some really funny pictures on my camera phone.
Friday. LeAnn, my girl from home came up. We went to the Harp, just like every Friday, got drunk, and I met a boy who was very much more my type than the Thursday night crew... turns out I met him 6 years ago on spring break in Montreal, his best friend was running around naked and trying to get me to cheat on my boyfriend, which I did not do. Small fucking world, hopefully we will see him again.
Saturday. Was going to attempt beer fest with ben, since tickets were far too much money we decided to kick it old school and go pay $1.99 to see Pirates of the Carribean in a movie theatre where the seats smelled like peepee. We bought nips of soco and put them in our sodas. When we got home, his girlfriend had been drinking, we attempted to catch up not because we wanted to, but because we felt like we should, it being Saturday night... all I know is that I most definatly did not drink nearly enough.
Sunday. Woke up with a stiff back from sleeping funny, left early to get home in time to crawl into bed and fix said back problem. Almost home (right in front of my tattoo and body mod place, Stingray...) when I hydroplane down the hill and SLAM into a Toyota Avalon. My car is FUCKED up, and I just cried and cried, having never been in an accident before and also seeing as the people I hit (not a scatch on their car..) were acting like martial law was about to be declared. I spent the day sobbing about how I hate Boston, hate my life, hate having no money, I miss my friends, nobody will ever love me again...
After talking to: mom, dad, ben, nelly, and angie, I came to the conclusion that I was hysterical and needed to breathe. I did this, and realized that I love everything about my life, and was just really not happy about having an accordian for a car. So I took a nap, woke up, went out and got another job, and got over it.
True story.
Thursday. Went out to Sanctuary in Boston with Ang and her crew. Was told to "look nice", which basically is my roommate begging me to wear something other than jeans, a black shirt, and studded everything. I did as she asked, cleaned up nice, still kept to red and black though. I wound up having a blast. Just because I'm not attracted to giant greased up muscle men and their picture perfect blonde counterparts doesn't mean they're not good people, and this was the perfect reminder of that. I wound up staying out all night and returning home with the sun with some new friends and some really funny pictures on my camera phone.
Friday. LeAnn, my girl from home came up. We went to the Harp, just like every Friday, got drunk, and I met a boy who was very much more my type than the Thursday night crew... turns out I met him 6 years ago on spring break in Montreal, his best friend was running around naked and trying to get me to cheat on my boyfriend, which I did not do. Small fucking world, hopefully we will see him again.
Saturday. Was going to attempt beer fest with ben, since tickets were far too much money we decided to kick it old school and go pay $1.99 to see Pirates of the Carribean in a movie theatre where the seats smelled like peepee. We bought nips of soco and put them in our sodas. When we got home, his girlfriend had been drinking, we attempted to catch up not because we wanted to, but because we felt like we should, it being Saturday night... all I know is that I most definatly did not drink nearly enough.
Sunday. Woke up with a stiff back from sleeping funny, left early to get home in time to crawl into bed and fix said back problem. Almost home (right in front of my tattoo and body mod place, Stingray...) when I hydroplane down the hill and SLAM into a Toyota Avalon. My car is FUCKED up, and I just cried and cried, having never been in an accident before and also seeing as the people I hit (not a scatch on their car..) were acting like martial law was about to be declared. I spent the day sobbing about how I hate Boston, hate my life, hate having no money, I miss my friends, nobody will ever love me again...
After talking to: mom, dad, ben, nelly, and angie, I came to the conclusion that I was hysterical and needed to breathe. I did this, and realized that I love everything about my life, and was just really not happy about having an accordian for a car. So I took a nap, woke up, went out and got another job, and got over it.
True story.
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PS The Museum of Science rocked my fuckin socks off. I was like a kid in a candy store.