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I want to write in here more. I miss it. Does anyone even read this anymore? If not, oh well. I like updating this so I can go back later and remember stuff.
Tomorrow I move into my dorm. I can't fucking believe i'm going to COLLEGE. None of my clothes are packed. I'm currently sitting on the floor in my room. I'm procrastinating big time, but what else is new? I'm really nervous about everything. I know i'm only moving downtown but it's still really scary for me. I've never shared a room in my life, and now I will be doing it with someone I don't even know. Luckily my roomate seems really awesome. I talked to her on the phone the other day and it wasn't really awkward at all. I just pray to god she doesn't snore.
I just got back from a nice roadtrip to Boston. I went with my mom and my old exchangestudent/adoptedbrotherfromTurkey Serkan. Serkan doesn't have an American drivers lisence so the driving was left to me and my mom. The first day we left we drove about 12 hours and we made it all the way to Niagra Falls. I always wanted to go there. It was different than I expected but awesome nonetheless. I really wanted to go to the Canada side just to say that I've been there but Serkan didn't have the right documents or something. Maybe another day. It was cool though because we did the thing where you get a raincoat and you walk right under the falls. My mom and Serkan were being little bitches about getting wet, but I didn't give a shit so I ran right up to the waterfall as far as I could go and got soaked. It was awesome. Buffalo, NY was only a 15 minute drive from Niagra Falls so I HAD to go there because I am a five year old teenie who wanted to see where Patrick Kane is from. It was a fucking dump. It was dead. Nobody was out and everything looked kind of run down. We ate at this restaraunt where Buffalo Wings were originated and suprisingly, the wings sucked. They had good pizza though haha.
The next day we drove to Boston and got lost a million times because the streets there are all twisty and have no street signs. We met up with one of my mom's old students at MIT. Right next to MIT is Harvard. I felt like I wasn't worthy enough to be in that area. We went to the Little Italy part of the city and I had the best meal I've ever eaten. It was a Chicken Alfredo with Broccoli. YUM. On the way back to our hotel we went past Fenway Park and the White Sox game was going on. It killed me to be so close yet not being able to be inside.
The next day we wandered around the city and I fell more and more in love with it. It's so clean there and everyone is super friendly. Plus, it sits right on the ocean so it had that pretty sea smell to it. I was wearing my White Sox shirt so I was expecting to get some shit, but everyone just said "As long as you're not a Yankees fan, it's okay". I explained how I HATE the Yankees and that the Red Sox are my second favorite team. People loved that. Throughout the city there is this red line that you follow and it's called the "Freedom Trail". It takes you to all the sites fromt he Civil War and such. I saw where Ben Franklin was buried, Paul Revere's house, and JFK's signature and letters etc. I hate history, but I was totally into all of this.
FINALLY it was time to go to Fenway for the game. I was sosososososososoooo excited. When we got inside I ran over to where the White Sox were warming up. I was the only one around wearing White Sox stuff so a few of the players smiled or waved. It was really weird to see them somewhere other than U.S Cellular field. After a while I went over to stand beside the dugout so I could try and meet some of them. My main goal was to meet Gordon Beckham. Serkan and I waited patiently as some players walked by to have hitting practice. I asked Alexei Ramirez for a picture as he was walkin in the dugout and he said he'd be back. Never came back...and I wasn't suprised lol. After a whle Gordon Beckham walked right past us and I go "Gordon! Hey! Can you...." and he says "Hey!" and keeps walking haha. there were people next to me that knew him so he was going to say hi to them first. When he was done I asked him to sign my shirt. He said sure and when I turned around he realized it was his and he got all excited. We took a picture then I was like "I know this is kind of weird, but can you sign this too?" I gave him my work I.D and he was looking at it kind of funny. Then I say "actually can you sign it on the back? Because I could get in trouble" lmao I'm so weirddddd. He was superrrr nice and I love him. When he left I turned around and I kind of had a little teenie moment and this family behind me laughed at me. When I went back up to my mom, she was talking to the people he knew and it turns out they were his host parents for when he played in Cape Cod. He lived with them for a year or something. They showed me a bunch of pictures of him and stuff. It was really sweet. Then we went to our seats and was suprised to see we were actually sitting in the first row. Our tickets said third, but there wasn't a 1st or 2nd. Sweeeeet. Plus we were right behind the bullpens.
The game was awesome even though we lost. The fans were super nice. The stadium itself is really old so it had a cool nostalgic feel to it. It's kind of like Wrigley but I feel like it has more character. (I'm not just sayign that because I hate the cubs. I'm being completely unbiased). During the 8th inning of every game, they play Sweet Caroline and the whole crowd sings along. I am an absolute SUCKER for that kind of thing, so I loved it. Ever since I heard about that tradition, I always wanted to witness it in person. Definately worth the wait. I've never heard a crowd sing so loud in my life. Anyway, when we lost I was standing there just looking around at everyone celebrating and I noticed a camera pointed right at my face. A minute later the kid next to me gets a call that he was on tv. Soooo I'm pretty sure I was on TV in Boston. Kind of sucks that nobody back at home saw it.
After the game we walked around the park. It's so awesome there. They have so much shit across the street on all sides of the park. House of Blues is directly across the street. It is a really cool enviroment. I can't even imagine how insane it must get when they win big games...or even the world series. We saw the gate where the White sox bus was sitting, and decided to see if we coudl catch anybody. I really wanted to get my Mark Buehrle perfect game poster signed. The guy working the gate said we could stay and he seemed really cool. My mom, serkan and I were the only people waiting. Some players came out but I didn't want to bother most of them. Alexei Ramirex walked out and I asked him for a picture. i kept in mind that he didnt know english all that well so I made a camera sign with my hands lol. He came over and took a picture even though he was listening to his ipod and stuff. It was really nice of him. Then A.J pierzynski came out and I asked him for a picture too. He totally blew me off. He completely ignored me even though he looked over. Asshole. I think he might've told the security about us or something because a minute later a big mean man came over and told the guy to shut the gate. What a shitty way to treat your fans that traveled all the way over there to support you. Douche. As he was closing the gate I saw Carlos Quentin walking out so I asked the Security guy if I could ask him for a picture. He said "you can't cross this line". I said I knew, and I would call him over to me like I did for Alexei. He was being dumb so I just left. It pissed me off so bad how A.J Pierzynski is such an asshole. I always knew he was never the nicest person to the fans but I figured he would take a second since I was the only one there. (My mom and Serkan were off to the side). I hope he gets hit in the head with a 100mph fastball.
Then as we were waiting for the bus, I dropped my phone and the screen shattered. It killed my mood even more. Luckily there were some awesome (and cute) guys waiting for the bus too and we had a really good conversation about hockey, and other stuff. When we parted ways, one of them put his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder. Loved it.
The next day we drove to Salem which is where all the Witch Trials and shit happened back in the day. I hated it there. I hate small towns in general but this one seemed so fake. The witch museum was pretty interesting but other than that I wanted to get out of there. Then we drove to another nearby town that is right on the coast. We had some really good food and drove around a little more just enjoying the freedom. We found another little town that was really beautiful. There were sail boats everywhere and nice houses with big windows. My mom fell in love and swears she's going to move there. I admit, it was really cute but I still could never live there. After that we started our drive back home. I drove 8 hours and 7 of those hours were at night. I actually really liked driving at night. I put my music on and Serkan and i had lots of nice conversations. Right as he put on Ashlee Simpson, I got pulled over by the cops. I blame her lol. I still love her though.
The next day we woke up and drove to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. Oh. My. God. I absolutely 100% recommend going there to anyone who loves music. I was completely shocked with the stuff they had. Example, they had fucking cards and letters and drawings that Eric Clapton wrote to his mom in like, 2nd grade. they also had the real notebooks and pages that songs like "Highway to Hell" were written on. They had original telegrams, hotel room keys, and pretty much anything you can imagine. I was in awe. They had the REAL Michael Jackson Thriller Jacket. They had real Grammy's that people won. It was just completely insane. I want to go back there soon.
This part is interesting. When we stopped for gas right outside Cleveland, I fell on some spilled oil and hit my head really hard on the gas tank. It was so loud that people thought it was a car crash. It turned into this huge ordeal and I think we're gonna sue BP or something. There are a bunch of witnesses that were helping us out and shit. People kept telling me to go to the hospital just in case something was wrong. I kept thinking about the Natasha Richardson lasy who hit her head and died a few hours later. A nurse lady came and gave me some tests to take and I could do all of them perfectly fine. My head didn't really hurt so I begged my mom not to take me to the E.R. After about an hour, we finally filed an incident report and left. I don't know whats going to happen, but I'm fine and that's all I care about.
Aaaaand now I'm home and still not packed for tomorrow haha. I have a feeling I will be up all night. Oh well. I've decided I seriously want to live in Boston at one point in my life even if it's just a year. I love it there so much. I talked to so many locals and everytime I had an interesting conversation. I can't wait to go back.
Okay, I should really go back to packing. Wish me luck.
Tomorrow I move into my dorm. I can't fucking believe i'm going to COLLEGE. None of my clothes are packed. I'm currently sitting on the floor in my room. I'm procrastinating big time, but what else is new? I'm really nervous about everything. I know i'm only moving downtown but it's still really scary for me. I've never shared a room in my life, and now I will be doing it with someone I don't even know. Luckily my roomate seems really awesome. I talked to her on the phone the other day and it wasn't really awkward at all. I just pray to god she doesn't snore.
I just got back from a nice roadtrip to Boston. I went with my mom and my old exchangestudent/adoptedbrotherfromTurkey Serkan. Serkan doesn't have an American drivers lisence so the driving was left to me and my mom. The first day we left we drove about 12 hours and we made it all the way to Niagra Falls. I always wanted to go there. It was different than I expected but awesome nonetheless. I really wanted to go to the Canada side just to say that I've been there but Serkan didn't have the right documents or something. Maybe another day. It was cool though because we did the thing where you get a raincoat and you walk right under the falls. My mom and Serkan were being little bitches about getting wet, but I didn't give a shit so I ran right up to the waterfall as far as I could go and got soaked. It was awesome. Buffalo, NY was only a 15 minute drive from Niagra Falls so I HAD to go there because I am a five year old teenie who wanted to see where Patrick Kane is from. It was a fucking dump. It was dead. Nobody was out and everything looked kind of run down. We ate at this restaraunt where Buffalo Wings were originated and suprisingly, the wings sucked. They had good pizza though haha.
The next day we drove to Boston and got lost a million times because the streets there are all twisty and have no street signs. We met up with one of my mom's old students at MIT. Right next to MIT is Harvard. I felt like I wasn't worthy enough to be in that area. We went to the Little Italy part of the city and I had the best meal I've ever eaten. It was a Chicken Alfredo with Broccoli. YUM. On the way back to our hotel we went past Fenway Park and the White Sox game was going on. It killed me to be so close yet not being able to be inside.
The next day we wandered around the city and I fell more and more in love with it. It's so clean there and everyone is super friendly. Plus, it sits right on the ocean so it had that pretty sea smell to it. I was wearing my White Sox shirt so I was expecting to get some shit, but everyone just said "As long as you're not a Yankees fan, it's okay". I explained how I HATE the Yankees and that the Red Sox are my second favorite team. People loved that. Throughout the city there is this red line that you follow and it's called the "Freedom Trail". It takes you to all the sites fromt he Civil War and such. I saw where Ben Franklin was buried, Paul Revere's house, and JFK's signature and letters etc. I hate history, but I was totally into all of this.
FINALLY it was time to go to Fenway for the game. I was sosososososososoooo excited. When we got inside I ran over to where the White Sox were warming up. I was the only one around wearing White Sox stuff so a few of the players smiled or waved. It was really weird to see them somewhere other than U.S Cellular field. After a while I went over to stand beside the dugout so I could try and meet some of them. My main goal was to meet Gordon Beckham. Serkan and I waited patiently as some players walked by to have hitting practice. I asked Alexei Ramirez for a picture as he was walkin in the dugout and he said he'd be back. Never came back...and I wasn't suprised lol. After a whle Gordon Beckham walked right past us and I go "Gordon! Hey! Can you...." and he says "Hey!" and keeps walking haha. there were people next to me that knew him so he was going to say hi to them first. When he was done I asked him to sign my shirt. He said sure and when I turned around he realized it was his and he got all excited. We took a picture then I was like "I know this is kind of weird, but can you sign this too?" I gave him my work I.D and he was looking at it kind of funny. Then I say "actually can you sign it on the back? Because I could get in trouble" lmao I'm so weirddddd. He was superrrr nice and I love him. When he left I turned around and I kind of had a little teenie moment and this family behind me laughed at me. When I went back up to my mom, she was talking to the people he knew and it turns out they were his host parents for when he played in Cape Cod. He lived with them for a year or something. They showed me a bunch of pictures of him and stuff. It was really sweet. Then we went to our seats and was suprised to see we were actually sitting in the first row. Our tickets said third, but there wasn't a 1st or 2nd. Sweeeeet. Plus we were right behind the bullpens.
The game was awesome even though we lost. The fans were super nice. The stadium itself is really old so it had a cool nostalgic feel to it. It's kind of like Wrigley but I feel like it has more character. (I'm not just sayign that because I hate the cubs. I'm being completely unbiased). During the 8th inning of every game, they play Sweet Caroline and the whole crowd sings along. I am an absolute SUCKER for that kind of thing, so I loved it. Ever since I heard about that tradition, I always wanted to witness it in person. Definately worth the wait. I've never heard a crowd sing so loud in my life. Anyway, when we lost I was standing there just looking around at everyone celebrating and I noticed a camera pointed right at my face. A minute later the kid next to me gets a call that he was on tv. Soooo I'm pretty sure I was on TV in Boston. Kind of sucks that nobody back at home saw it.
After the game we walked around the park. It's so awesome there. They have so much shit across the street on all sides of the park. House of Blues is directly across the street. It is a really cool enviroment. I can't even imagine how insane it must get when they win big games...or even the world series. We saw the gate where the White sox bus was sitting, and decided to see if we coudl catch anybody. I really wanted to get my Mark Buehrle perfect game poster signed. The guy working the gate said we could stay and he seemed really cool. My mom, serkan and I were the only people waiting. Some players came out but I didn't want to bother most of them. Alexei Ramirex walked out and I asked him for a picture. i kept in mind that he didnt know english all that well so I made a camera sign with my hands lol. He came over and took a picture even though he was listening to his ipod and stuff. It was really nice of him. Then A.J pierzynski came out and I asked him for a picture too. He totally blew me off. He completely ignored me even though he looked over. Asshole. I think he might've told the security about us or something because a minute later a big mean man came over and told the guy to shut the gate. What a shitty way to treat your fans that traveled all the way over there to support you. Douche. As he was closing the gate I saw Carlos Quentin walking out so I asked the Security guy if I could ask him for a picture. He said "you can't cross this line". I said I knew, and I would call him over to me like I did for Alexei. He was being dumb so I just left. It pissed me off so bad how A.J Pierzynski is such an asshole. I always knew he was never the nicest person to the fans but I figured he would take a second since I was the only one there. (My mom and Serkan were off to the side). I hope he gets hit in the head with a 100mph fastball.
Then as we were waiting for the bus, I dropped my phone and the screen shattered. It killed my mood even more. Luckily there were some awesome (and cute) guys waiting for the bus too and we had a really good conversation about hockey, and other stuff. When we parted ways, one of them put his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder. Loved it.
The next day we drove to Salem which is where all the Witch Trials and shit happened back in the day. I hated it there. I hate small towns in general but this one seemed so fake. The witch museum was pretty interesting but other than that I wanted to get out of there. Then we drove to another nearby town that is right on the coast. We had some really good food and drove around a little more just enjoying the freedom. We found another little town that was really beautiful. There were sail boats everywhere and nice houses with big windows. My mom fell in love and swears she's going to move there. I admit, it was really cute but I still could never live there. After that we started our drive back home. I drove 8 hours and 7 of those hours were at night. I actually really liked driving at night. I put my music on and Serkan and i had lots of nice conversations. Right as he put on Ashlee Simpson, I got pulled over by the cops. I blame her lol. I still love her though.
The next day we woke up and drove to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. Oh. My. God. I absolutely 100% recommend going there to anyone who loves music. I was completely shocked with the stuff they had. Example, they had fucking cards and letters and drawings that Eric Clapton wrote to his mom in like, 2nd grade. they also had the real notebooks and pages that songs like "Highway to Hell" were written on. They had original telegrams, hotel room keys, and pretty much anything you can imagine. I was in awe. They had the REAL Michael Jackson Thriller Jacket. They had real Grammy's that people won. It was just completely insane. I want to go back there soon.
This part is interesting. When we stopped for gas right outside Cleveland, I fell on some spilled oil and hit my head really hard on the gas tank. It was so loud that people thought it was a car crash. It turned into this huge ordeal and I think we're gonna sue BP or something. There are a bunch of witnesses that were helping us out and shit. People kept telling me to go to the hospital just in case something was wrong. I kept thinking about the Natasha Richardson lasy who hit her head and died a few hours later. A nurse lady came and gave me some tests to take and I could do all of them perfectly fine. My head didn't really hurt so I begged my mom not to take me to the E.R. After about an hour, we finally filed an incident report and left. I don't know whats going to happen, but I'm fine and that's all I care about.
Aaaaand now I'm home and still not packed for tomorrow haha. I have a feeling I will be up all night. Oh well. I've decided I seriously want to live in Boston at one point in my life even if it's just a year. I love it there so much. I talked to so many locals and everytime I had an interesting conversation. I can't wait to go back.
Okay, I should really go back to packing. Wish me luck.