midnight run for homeless in Boston
The food run for the homeless was last night. Not many people ended up showing up. Maybe like seven people? But it was enough to get the job done. We made peanut butter & jelly sandwiches and put them in brown paper baggies, along with an apple and some dried apricots. No one actually wanted to go outside to the drop off spots...which kind of hurt my feelings. But hey, what can ya do? There was one girl, Lara that went with me that I didn't know too well until last night. I was sooo happy that at least one person was up for doing this!! We handed the bags out to people in Harvard square and chatted with them, talking about the weather n such. It felt really good to get it all done. Lara was really fun to talk to. I told her that I was studying art therapy and then Lara told me that she was an aspiring pirate. She gave me a big hug after we were done...which I was kind of taken back by at first because sometimes I forget that some people can just be genuinely incredibly nice.
I would love to go see Texas Chainsaw Massacre but I don't know anyone that wants to see it. I don't have any plans for tonight. Consuming large amounts of alcohol with blondah and then slapping her booty all night long sounds like a whole lotta fun...but I doubt I would be able to get a hold of her. Maybe I will try.
because our system on registering for our classes is somewhat chaotic. We have such a small network and so it was someone's SUPER idea for every Lesley undergrad, along with AIB students and adult BAC to alllll go onto one website at the same time to sign up for classes. Brilliant! So basically, people are flipping out here. I feel the sudden need to escape this place and find somewhere to go where there are not complaining/stressed out females everywhere. Everyone else's nervous energy is giving my stomach the ugly butterflies for no apparent reason. I hate it how I soak in other people's emotions like a sponge. That is not a good trait to have. no sir. I wish that we could all just relax and not sweat the small things in life. Because really, this is no huge matter...So why stress about it?
I would love to go see Texas Chainsaw Massacre but I don't know anyone that wants to see it. I don't have any plans for tonight. Consuming large amounts of alcohol with blondah and then slapping her booty all night long sounds like a whole lotta fun...but I doubt I would be able to get a hold of her. Maybe I will try.
because our system on registering for our classes is somewhat chaotic. We have such a small network and so it was someone's SUPER idea for every Lesley undergrad, along with AIB students and adult BAC to alllll go onto one website at the same time to sign up for classes. Brilliant! So basically, people are flipping out here. I feel the sudden need to escape this place and find somewhere to go where there are not complaining/stressed out females everywhere. Everyone else's nervous energy is giving my stomach the ugly butterflies for no apparent reason. I hate it how I soak in other people's emotions like a sponge. That is not a good trait to have. no sir. I wish that we could all just relax and not sweat the small things in life. Because really, this is no huge matter...So why stress about it?