shoulda worn sweatpants
so things are pretty rad. i'm back in boston after spending most of the summer in new hampshire. my E-life ran parallel to my regular life, which is cool, i guess (thank you world of warcraft). i spent most of my time getting sunburns, smoking out of carrots while driving around listening to shitty/awesome cassettes, and playing sorry. i liked it. i live in allston now with some neat kids. mike is the dad of the house, tim quotes arrested development with me, and nate refuses to take medication to control his gas, which is entertaining. we bought a new grill and we try to adopt stray kittens on a daily basis, ie JUUUUUUNIOOOOORRRRRR/whispahs/miles/boots. i hang out with this girl sometimes. she likes knock knock jokes and doing the "peter? is that really you? it.. it is you! oh peter!" face stretching thing from hook, aka, she's a lot of fun. the roommates signed me up for this boston co-ed softball league. we're called the dirtbags. tim pulls george michael bluth's when trying to catch things and i just yell "come on you d-bags! we're on the same team!". i'm not enrolled in an english class for the first time in my college career, but some internet blog told me science is the new literature. i'm ok with it. i have a radio show again (gold soundz. monday 4-5) but they'll probably kick me off for talking about mcgonagle blasting. or i'll forget to show up for a month. i don't know. which ever one happens first. some montreal artist is trying to send a giant inflatable banana 20 miles into the sky and it will look 25% as big as the moon or something. i'm pretty excited for that.