so hey guys, whatsup. yeah i thought i'd tell a little story to y'all about my night at boston college. i have been told this is a really good story, so you may want to click the goddamn link. thanks.
basically, i took a little trippy-trip with mike scarp, someone i met over break from home (and i think proabbly everyone from blair knows?) to a BC party. now let me just start off by saying boston college is basically the otherside of the college spectrum when held to emerson (see: conservative businessmen vs. liberal filmmakers).
boston college parties suck ass, as all they do is a) drink a lot of beer b) flirt with one another (and whatever follows) and c) dance terribly to hip hop, rap, pop, etc. i was the youngest at every party (they were all senior parties?) and i only knew one person (kind of) i was unimpressed with the people i talked to, who spent their time drunkenly flattering me and tipping their cans in my direction asking, "you want somethin' to drink???" For those of you who don't speak college frat boy, the translation is actually, "Hey, drink this so I can later take advantage of you on top of the washing machine."
i guess after a series of parties and molestations, i decided that i had had enough of all of it and escaped from the apartment i was in to find the Night Owl, a bus that runs along side the T after it closes. i asked a cop where the bus stop was, only to be informed that it had stopped running at 2. since it was nearly 3, i decided that my only option was to walk, considering i didn't want to go back to the apartment. the only catch to that is the fact that the distance between boston college and emerson college is ELEVEN SLASH TWELVE MILES. hah...hah.
so i was fairly logical in my thinking (disregarding the walking idea as a whole, thanks) and decided that the safest way to get back without getting lost would be to follow the T tracks. however, i also had the stupid idea to walk ON the tracks. i eventually found myself running (a lot) while listening to piebald on my iPod and fearing for my life. the next stupid thing i did was to follow the tracks when they started going underground, so i was eventually stuck in the tunnels. even when i reached T stops where i knew how to navigate home from, i couldn't get out because there is a gate pulled across the entrances so that bums and others don't play around inside the T station after hours. so i kept walking and running and skipping and hopping (note: there is no third rail on boston's subway, the electrical line is suspended about 13 feet above the ground) over planks and playing such popular games with myself as "see how fast you can sprint to the next green light" and "step on a random electrical wire, wake up your mother in the middle of the night with a call from the cops reporting your sudden death."
when i finally reached the stop closest to my dorm, i ran up the steps and hopped over the turn styles (it was about 5 AM at this point, and the T does not officially start running until 5:30 AM). luckily, as i was hopping said turn styles, the guy who distributes coins from within his little box saw me. the conversations between us went as so:
stout middle-aged asian T employee (SMAATE): oh my god, have you been stuck in here all night?
me: um, yes.
SMAATE: oh no! weren't you afraid of the rats?!
me: uh RATS?! WHAT???
SMAATE: yeah, they're usually scurrying around down there all night long. are you okay? you could have gotten hurt, there are bums down there, too. and for a girl, you could have really been in trouble.
me: yeah, i'm crazy, i know. thanks.
so he unlocked the gates and let me out and i thanked him profusely and all that. i then jogged back to my dorm, where my favorite desk sitting late-night security lady was there to let me in and swipe my card. all i remember from then on was sprinting up the steps to my floor two steps at a time out of pure excitement in being alive. i then crashed in bed.
yeah, so that's my story and i guess it was a really cool adventure, but also really scary. i contemplated all sorts of ideas, like how that would have been a really shitty way to die, how long it would be before anyone saw my raped (and pillaged) body being consumed by RATS on the side of the tracks , and other death/rape/mugging-related things.
and thanks to merrick brown for staying on the phone with me (yes, it's necessary to note this in all places) so that i would not actually be completely alone.
p.s. this is written above the door to my room from the stairwell (i have two doors to my room!!)