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Yesterday was a shitload of fun. I went into Boston with Jean, Nichole and Sull. We went to Mikes Pastry in the North End (incredibly good by the way) then to Montein, an awesome Thai food place in the Theatre District. Unfortunately, it opened at 5, not 4, so we killed an hour sitting in a food court, but that was entertaining. After that, we walked through the commons and up to Fanueil hall, since we are wicked fat and wanted to get cream puffs (which were well worth the entire day themselves; soooooooo fucking good). Then we wandered around Fanueil Hall, watched breakdancers, and had a good time. Then a nice sketchy T ride home just in time to arrive at Nichole and Jean's house for the thunderstorms (good times). Aafter that, I came home and crashed of exhaustion. Good good times. Why do all of my friends have to part ways?