and covered with a perfect shell
yaaay so i'm at ashleys, and sarah should be here here in either 45 minutes or an hour...and then BOSTON!
yesterday was crappy--i was kind of sick and the bus ride took forever.
[i was supposed to start writing my essay on the bus but i picked up yesterday's slack this morning by writing a page and a half introduction and a little bit of the first paragraph. im very worried i may have gone off track. damn those AP essays...i find them so hard. its probably because im anxious all the time.]
everytime im on a fucking bus i always reach my destination an hour late. its my goddamn curse. it was really cold, and i hadn't eaten anything since 7:15 that morning--which made me feel a bit sicker than i really was. it was stupid. but in the back of the bus, there was this PSYCHOTIC black woman who was dressed really crazily--and she was singing and apparently this white guy spit on her because she wouldn't shut up. she threatened to kick his ass and was telling him she was going to fuck him up good when they got to boston. we had to stop the bus...it was really awful that we stopped for a good 10 minutes.
i was really treally really tired when i got to see ashley, and i felt terrible because i felt so unenthusiastic...all i wanted was a bed. it was really nice to eat at chilis but i was full after a few bites...which was quite odd because i had been so ravenously hungry once we were off the bus.
at 11:30 the wife called and i crawled out of ashley's sister's double bunk bed the second time she called and i forgot where my phone was...and i was sitting on the floor indian style looking for my phone to see who called. it was odd.
today wasnt so great either--it was good to be with ashley, but we woke up UBER early for her mothers garage sale which made me sad...after dunkin donuts in the morning [really good coffee!] we had to move all this shit out of the garage and it just wasn't my idea of a good time. i knew that ashley didnt have control over it. but her mom inadvertently made me feel guilty about staying inside part of the time [while she was selling stuff] to write my essay...and i got a lot of it done in part of having quiet and a computer to work with and be able to type my shit up with.
and now, im waiting for my wife to show up...after shes had her SATs and dropped her sister off in concord...should be here in either a good 20 or 40 minutes. i hope.
and tonight...BOSTON. :] oh LORD I AM SO EXCITED
OO-RAH, and LETS GO SOX!!!!!!!!! :]
yesterday was crappy--i was kind of sick and the bus ride took forever.
[i was supposed to start writing my essay on the bus but i picked up yesterday's slack this morning by writing a page and a half introduction and a little bit of the first paragraph. im very worried i may have gone off track. damn those AP essays...i find them so hard. its probably because im anxious all the time.]
everytime im on a fucking bus i always reach my destination an hour late. its my goddamn curse. it was really cold, and i hadn't eaten anything since 7:15 that morning--which made me feel a bit sicker than i really was. it was stupid. but in the back of the bus, there was this PSYCHOTIC black woman who was dressed really crazily--and she was singing and apparently this white guy spit on her because she wouldn't shut up. she threatened to kick his ass and was telling him she was going to fuck him up good when they got to boston. we had to stop the bus...it was really awful that we stopped for a good 10 minutes.
i was really treally really tired when i got to see ashley, and i felt terrible because i felt so unenthusiastic...all i wanted was a bed. it was really nice to eat at chilis but i was full after a few bites...which was quite odd because i had been so ravenously hungry once we were off the bus.
at 11:30 the wife called and i crawled out of ashley's sister's double bunk bed the second time she called and i forgot where my phone was...and i was sitting on the floor indian style looking for my phone to see who called. it was odd.
today wasnt so great either--it was good to be with ashley, but we woke up UBER early for her mothers garage sale which made me sad...after dunkin donuts in the morning [really good coffee!] we had to move all this shit out of the garage and it just wasn't my idea of a good time. i knew that ashley didnt have control over it. but her mom inadvertently made me feel guilty about staying inside part of the time [while she was selling stuff] to write my essay...and i got a lot of it done in part of having quiet and a computer to work with and be able to type my shit up with.
and now, im waiting for my wife to show up...after shes had her SATs and dropped her sister off in concord...should be here in either a good 20 or 40 minutes. i hope.
and tonight...BOSTON. :] oh LORD I AM SO EXCITED
OO-RAH, and LETS GO SOX!!!!!!!!! :]