a day like this
-wake at 10:30
-buy henna to dye hair
-scoot out to bring wool to the dry-cleaner's for $30 worth of cleaning and pressing to make my coat
-go to Brighton library, get a new card for the Boston system, rent Thank You For Smoking!
-go to job counsellor, feel better about the future
-eat delicious falafel sandwich from Falafel King
-go to Revolution Bicycle in search of a new U-lock
-find a bunch of boys drinking beer and watching Jesus Camp
-discover they are fresh out of U-locks until Tuesday, but would I like to sit and watch the movie? Yes, yes I would.
-drink Harpoon and Raspberry Lambic while watching the crazies on the TV set scream about JAY-ZUSS
-laugh about Ted Haggard
-discuss how Hare Krishnas put saltpeter in the food they hand out to cut the sex drive of the masses, complete with sad stories from the poor messenger who ate their stuff while on a cross-country trip(he has since recovered)
-go to Winthrop Square and sit with the messengers
-go to take a piss at JJ Foley's and nearly get into a fight with a yuppie who won't get the fuck out of my way
-play hackey sack and tell dirty jokes with the messengers
-check out the supercute messenger who happens to bike by my house every day on his way to his house
-go to BU to watch my friend play bass in a gospel concert (!!!) at the very place where my parents got married in 1977
-come home and be resentful of having to wake up at 7:30 in the morning to go wedding shopping
In other news, I love UMass and its funny, unique personality, warts and all. Oh UMass, with your groundbreaking gender studies research and great love of protests. Frankly, I think this protest is warranted. The state REALLY ought to fucking fund higher ed and stop allowing it to either languish or be paid for by big fat corporations. Stick with it, kids.
-buy henna to dye hair
-scoot out to bring wool to the dry-cleaner's for $30 worth of cleaning and pressing to make my coat
-go to Brighton library, get a new card for the Boston system, rent Thank You For Smoking!
-go to job counsellor, feel better about the future
-eat delicious falafel sandwich from Falafel King
-go to Revolution Bicycle in search of a new U-lock
-find a bunch of boys drinking beer and watching Jesus Camp
-discover they are fresh out of U-locks until Tuesday, but would I like to sit and watch the movie? Yes, yes I would.
-drink Harpoon and Raspberry Lambic while watching the crazies on the TV set scream about JAY-ZUSS
-laugh about Ted Haggard
-discuss how Hare Krishnas put saltpeter in the food they hand out to cut the sex drive of the masses, complete with sad stories from the poor messenger who ate their stuff while on a cross-country trip(he has since recovered)
-go to Winthrop Square and sit with the messengers
-go to take a piss at JJ Foley's and nearly get into a fight with a yuppie who won't get the fuck out of my way
-play hackey sack and tell dirty jokes with the messengers
-check out the supercute messenger who happens to bike by my house every day on his way to his house
-go to BU to watch my friend play bass in a gospel concert (!!!) at the very place where my parents got married in 1977
-come home and be resentful of having to wake up at 7:30 in the morning to go wedding shopping
In other news, I love UMass and its funny, unique personality, warts and all. Oh UMass, with your groundbreaking gender studies research and great love of protests. Frankly, I think this protest is warranted. The state REALLY ought to fucking fund higher ed and stop allowing it to either languish or be paid for by big fat corporations. Stick with it, kids.