Boston: Day 2

Me and frank didn't have anything planned for thursday, but we woke up early so we could get a good start on the day. We started out with a nice little work out in the fitness center. After that, we chilled in the hot tub. Went back up to our room, showered, and got ready to go.

Matt Boston had told us about this really good place to eat called Quincy Market. We thought that he was probably pretty knowledgeable so we decided to follow his advice. We took the T (the subway)to government center, basically this place with a bunch of huge government buildings. Once we got off of the T we saw this really big tent, there was a circus in town. I've never been to a circus before, or at least I don't remember going to one. I might have as a kid. I've never really seen the appeal, but we were in Boston and I was down to do something spontaneous, so we bought two tickets.

After that we proceeded to the Quincy Market. This place was stacked. No joke. It was basically this huge rectangle building with about 20 places to eat on each side on the inside and stores on the outside. Picking what to eat was an extremely hard decision. Everywhere your head turned, you saw something delicious. Not to mention all of the smells wafting around. In the end I decided on a Chicken Parmesan sandwich, with some cheese fries, which were actually kinda gross because they used melted cheese. They did that later on when I got chili fries too. Not very good. This might be a problem if I go to Boston.

After we ate, we went around the stores shopping. Got a really sick Alice In Wonderland shirt for one of my main homies. wanted to buy this shirt:



cause it was super sick. But i didn't think my mother would appreciate it. oh well.

We went back to the hotel to chill for a little bit before the circus. Then we went to the circus and got snacks and this huge thing of popcorn and watched the circus. It was pretty entertaining. There weren't any animals but it was still pretty tight.

Afterwards we went to this place called Chicago Uno Grill. It was supposed to be a really good pizza place but we had pizza the night before so we got burgers. They were really good. Also, we split this oreo brownie dessert which was almost like pizookie status. Sooo good. Boston's got some tight food.

Boston: Arrival and Day 1

Sorry this took a while. I've been caught up with things. Boston was pretty cool. I'll try to highlight as much of the trip as I can.

We arrived around 4 something. It was like like 90 degrees outside. Pleasant surprise I guess. I had arranged a shuttle to come us up around 5 but we were outside of the terminal around 415. the lady I had talked to said that the shuttles come at 430 and 5 so I thought that we could just wait till 430 and the shuttle would pick us up. So around 430 this shuttle rolls around and it says Sheraton on the side (our hotel) so I go up to the window and the driver asks what hotel we are going to. I saw Sheraton and he tells us to get in.

When we get in, we were surprised by someone from our school on the same shuttle. She was spending the next few days at the MIT admit weekend or something like that. Anyways, the shuttle is driving everyone to their hotels, I'm looking around at Boston, and I get this call. It was the shuttle I had arranged and they were looking for us. I told them that I had already gotten on one, thinking that it was the one i had booked, and they said they would have to charge me for it. Oops.

We were the last ones dropped off at our hotel. It was actually pretty nice. Good location too. Big, right in the middle of the city. We went up to our rooms, claimed our beds, sat there for like 5 minutes, then decided to go explore the city. We spent a good two hours wandering and looking for things to do. Then we finally met up with our Boston connection, a friend of a friend of a friend; we called him Matt Boston. He hooked us up and told us where we could go and places to eat.

That night we went to this old pizza place that had been open for like 80 years and was the original of this chain. It was called Pizzeria Regina's and it was pretty legit. The service there was pretty bad, but i enjoyed when the waitress swept the trash on our table onto the floor and just left it there, at least for the comedic value. The pizza was really good though.

We caught a taxi back to the hotel and got our trunks on and went down to use the jacuzzi. When we got down there, a guy said that it was closing soon but that we could still go. So we sat in the jacuzzi while it drained, not very fun. We went back up to the room, watched some tv and went to sleep. We were stoked for the full day ahead of us the next morning.

Boston: The Departure

It's 5:16 in the morning. I haven't been up this early in forever. The reason I'm up is because this morning I am leaving for Boston this morning with one of my best friends Francis. I'm going there so I can check out BU. He is checking out both BC and BU. I'm excited. Should be a lot of fun. I'll try to post about the trip when I get back or something. Anyways, I'm off. Cya later PV.

Hey, Soul Sister

Hey Soul Sister - Train

Hey, hey, hey

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind
Your sweet moonbeam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey soul sister, ain't the Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do...tonight
Hey, hey,hey

Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one-track mind like me
You gave my life direction, a game show love connection we can't deny
I'm so obsessed, my heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna, and I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do...tonight

The way you can't cut a rug, watching you's the only drug I need
You're so gangsta, I'm so thug, you're the only one I'm dreaming of
You see, I can be myself now finally, in fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you be with me

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do tonight,
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do...tonight
Hey, hey,hey

Tonight
Hey, hey,hey

Tonight

For the record, I was listening to this song before it got popular. She gave it to me. Ironic that she gave me the song that made me think of her when I listened to it. I really like this song. It's appeal has gone down a little bit ever since it started playing all over, but it is still undoubtedly a great song; it's catchy, with good lyrics, and has a nice ukulele instrumental (i am quite partial to ukuleles for personal reasons). I know that I've lost credibility, posting this after everyone knows about it, but I seriously did hear this song before a lot of people.

The title, the concept itself, is quite original - hey soul sister - a term unrivaled by the popular ones: lover, baby, darling, etc. It resembles soul mate, but I feel like it's a little bit different, more real. If there really is such thing as a soul mate. I'm not sure what I believe about true love, love at first sight, soul mates, etc. I mean, I am a fan of romance, but does everything romantics pine for exist? Maybe not. Who knows. It doesn't really matter though (does it?). I'm not trying to look too far into anything (which is quite difficult for me some of you may know). I'm really happy right now. Simple as that. And if there is such a thing as a "soul sister", I feel like I've found a pretty good candidate.

"I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind"

Neurons.

I have realized that I am a slightly neurotic person. It isn't something that someone would necessarily be proud of, I just am. For those of you who don't really know what it means, here's the dictionary.com definition

"of, pertaining to, or characteristic of neurosis." Wow. Helpful. Don't you love definitions like this? So I looked up neurosis:

1.a functional disorder in which feelings of anxiety, obsessional thoughts, compulsive acts, and physical complaints without objective evidence of disease, in various degrees and patterns, dominate the personality.

2.a relatively mild personality disorder typified by excessive anxiety or indecision and a degree of social or interpersonal maladjustment.

Those are a little extreme for what I'm talking about, but I think you get the general picture. I'm insecure. Just like everybody else is, or pretends to be. It probably doesn't seem like it, but it's true. On the outside, I am outgoing, but on the inside I am an insecure little girl (no offense ladies). It doesn't affect me majorly, but enough that it is noticeable.

It's not like I am insecure about everyday relations - like being afraid I will say something stupid to a group of peers. I will say something that's on my mind, and if it turns out to be stupid after I said it, I'll just be like wait that was stupid, and laugh about it. But that's about it. It's more about the important things, or people I should say.

I guess that I'm worried that people don't feel the same way about me that I feel about them. Mostly that I give too much for them to give back. Or. I don't know. It's not always that black and white. But I guess another one of those age old questions is, " does he or she feel the same way about me?" The answer is probably not. I mean she can love him for this while he loves her for that. They still love each other ( whatever love is), just not for the same reasons. If that makes sense. Just like nothing is really as simple as it seems.

So in these dead hours, I am left alone with my thoughts. They are temperamental, only nice to me when they feel like it, mean occasionally for fun, but hard to understand infallibly. It is in these moments alone that the worst of me is revealed. And I know that if anyone wanted to be rid of me, I couldn't blame them for it. I really couldn't. I'm not going on about how bad of a person I am, and how much I suck, and how I don't deserve anything good, cause that's just pathetic. I'm pretty awesome sometimes. So are most people. I'm just saying that not everybody is compatible for everyone else in every situation.

I look at little things and think, "wow. she must not like me." Whatever these "things" are they could be unintentional and completely harmless , if it weren't for my stupid neurotic brain, but they could be something else. I am highly aware of the phrase, " too good to be true" and I know that it could be present in this situation. Because she's so high above me.

I know that I over think things. It's a problem of mine. But there are some things that, if they had to be put into a category of "she loves me" or "she loves me not", would definitely be put in the "she loves me not" category. But what is a man to do? Besides a whiny cryptic message. uhm. yeah that's about all. It's not that big of a deal. Just my mind wanders sometimes. I need to try to rope it in more often.

I saw you the other day...

you changed your hair but you looked the same.

You've been hanging around lately. It's weird to see you. Nice I guess. But weird. It's like thinking about you and me a year ago and thinking about you and me now is really weird. It's not like I feel nostalgic, it's just that I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to act. Especially because you have all of these rules that we are apparently supposed to follow. I don't know who created these rules, but in my opinion, they suck. We should just be.

In a way, these rules are counter-productive. We have to slow things down to abide to these rules. It's like there's this road (to wherever we are trying to go with this) and there are road blocks in the middle of the road, and we have to go all the way around these road blocks as opposed to working through them. If that makes sense. Stupid metaphor?

You told me about your new guy. I asked you and you asked me if I really wanted to know. I asked didn't I? It was kind of unexpected. Well unexpected in the sense that it should have been expected but it wasn't? Now that I think about it, you said the same thing about me. I guess these sort of things happen. I wasn't upset. Just curious.

Things change. That's the way of life. But it's impossible to be totally free of any inertia.

Confession

My last post must have seemed emo. I didn't mean it to be. Well, maybe I did. But the point is, what the actual hard thing is, is writing this blog. My confession is this: I lost track of the purpose of this blog. I guess about the same time I was questioning purpose in general. Not the age old question of "what's the purpose of life", but rather the question of personal purpose - what I want to do with myself.

Things are basically confusing as hell now. Friendship dynamics are very backasswards now. People talking to people I never would have expected. Friendships, relationships, all f*cked up (not all the sense of bad, but different) - goes to prove that the world is not immune from turning itself on it's head individually with each new litte surprise. It's terrifying and refreshing at the same time.

I've discovered that the only people that read my blog, are people that I don't really talk to. Everyone that I would want to read my blog, doesn't, and probably won't. The people that read this, are judgemental, some of them. I know that they wouldn't approve of a lot of the things I have to say. Normally, I honestly could care less what people think. I wanted to put everything out there, but it feels kind of pointless if the only people that are going to read it are going to ridicule it, even just silently in their head.

Basically, this blog isn't going to be all that I wanted it to be originally. But that doesn't mean it can't be good, or serve it's purpose, or whatever it is that blogs are supposed to do. I had this really long post about March and how much it sucked. I'm not going to post it. Just another wasted effort. But it's okay. It really is. I'll be better about this blog. And maybe it will work out eventually. I'm making my real blog somewhere else. It will be secret. The right people can read it when it's ready.