Sunday Evening

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The Real Meaning of TV

It’s easy to feel alone and depressed while watching One Tree Hill when you are alone and it’s raining.

So, I'm not going to lie. I have pretty much been a loser this afternoon and have watched like five episdoes of One Tree Hill. I'm watching the end of the third season, where Nathan (my lover) and Haley get re-married. each episode has talked about true love and how Naley makes the world believe in true love. Well, it kinda sucks to watch these episdoes because it just makes me think of my own past, my own relationships. The characters on the show screw up all the time, and within the next two episodes everything is fixed. I wish real life were like that. Everything fixed within 87 minutes.

Anybody Need Tickets?

So today I got to sport my sweet Red Sox shirt that I bought especially for this trip. Interestingly the entire town of Boston has the exact same shirt. Good to know that Pocatello sells it for $3 cheaper. My day started out with a fun experience on the train/subway system that runs beneath the streets. My grandma, who mind you got us lost last night, told me that I was in charge of learning how the trains work… which really is not hard to do. So we take the train over to Kenmore and start walking to Fenway Park, oh btw, we don’t have tickets yet at this point. There are scalpers everywhere saying that they want $250 for bleacher tickets, each, which even to a rich person would be crazy to pay. There was a line to buy tickets from Fenway but the line was about a million people long, no joke. We combined our cash and came up with $203, so I took $200 and went to find tickets while the gma stayed in the million people long line. I was walking up and down this street, searching for anyone willing to sell for a reasonable (yet still highly-overpriced) amount. Just when I thought my life was over and that we had battled the subway system and the heat for nothing, this guy offered them to me for $100 apiece. SCORE!!! I was so happy that I almost flirted back with him. He was gross.

So finally we entered the infamous Fenway Park, which is freaking huge! We were like an hour early so we grabbed some food (I was at a baseball park, I had to eat at least one hot dog) and finally found our seats. The game started and everyone was having an awesome time. Suddenly during the top of the first this giant rain cloud started creeping over the sky. (here is a picture of the scary cloud.) Just as David Ortiz (who sadly went for like 0-4) stepped up to the plate they called a rain delay because it was raining, thundering, and lightening. Then the biggest freaking rain drops I have ever seen started falling. While everyone was frantically trying to escape the outdoors the rain picked up, drenching everyone in its path! My grey sweatshirt instantly turned to a dark grey because it was completely saturated with the rain. After only ten minutes of rain, the clouds disappeared and the sun shined brightly. After they cleaned up the field and put away the tarp, which took two attempts because the people are retarded, the game finally resumed (side note: there are some very attractive men in Boston). It was a way close game until about the 7th inning where Boston took a seven run lead. Red Sox ended up winning 12-5, wahoo!

After the game we found our way back to the subway, which my gma kept insisting we were going the wrong way – we weren’t. Remember how I was put in charge of learning the subway? Well my gma just didn’t believe me. It wasn’t until we exited the Boylston stop that she believed in me… so whatever. So yeah, we get out at Boylston and it is raining, AGAIN! We tried waiting the storm out, but it just wasn’t worth it. We walked home in the rain, which meant we dodged and trudged through giant puddles that almost consumed me.

Moral of this story: it rains a lot in Boston, bring a map and an umbrella wherever you go.

I swear I can feel a spider

So today we landed in Boston, after a very bumpy flight where I honestly that I was going to puke. Anyways, so after paying $32 for a ten minute cab ride, which I also thought I was going to puke in the back of the cab, we finally arrived at our hotel. It seems like a pretty cool hotel, though the hotel’s swimming pool is literally attached the YMCA in Chinatown… needless to say I will not be using the pool anytime this weekend. So yeah, technically we are in downtown Boston, but we are also in Chinatown… which is ironic because there are tons of Malaysian, Vietnamese, and Thai food places surrounding our hotel, we have yet to find actual Chinese food.

We walked around for like 3 hours today, no joke... There’s this thing called the Freedom Trail that you can follow around the town. There is a red line painted on the sidewalk that you follow, which makes it very easy to find your way around. And yet, instead of my grandma just looking down and following the obvious red line on the concrete sidewalk, she insists on looking at the map, which got us slightly lost. So I guess whatever, let’s just ignore the fact that this red line has been guiding people for decades.

And that is a wrap up of my day. I hope tomorrow will run a bit smoother, but yet we are attempting to ride the subway around tomorrow… so for all I know, we could become even more lost than I even thought possible. Freak.

Ps I had to sneak away down to the lobby to post this because the hotel doesn’t believe in providing free internet to our room, just the lobby… where everyone is staring…

Let's Pretend

Let's pretend for just a minute...
that i actually had a plan for the rest of my life
that i actually had a boyfriend
that i liked to eat celery
that i didn't just graduate college
that i wasn't obsessed with my finances
that i was fluent in spanish
that i was taller
that i wasn't addicted to capri suns (mountain cooler only)
that i wasn't "emotionally difficult"
that i lived in south africa
that i was made out of money
that i was in shape
that i wasn't insecure
that i didn't have anxiety over everything
that i really was funny, like stand up comedian funny
that i had annoying drama
that i was going somewhere with my life
that i did get this nannying job back East

what then?

i'm brand new.. like a virgin

so welcome.. this is my first "blogging" session. i have always been a bit skeptical about this whole thing, i mean, what are you supposed to talk about that other people are going to find interesting? so i decided that i would try it out.. and if you don't find this interesting and/or entertaining then f you and i don't need you in my life (and don't worry about the fact i don't use proper capitalization, it's my own personal style.. so deal with it).

so i am graduating from college within the next month, and i am scared to death. college is just going to be, over. i've only known school, i've been in school everyday of my life since pre-school... how do you just stop going to school? i'm thinking about going to grad school, in fact i actually got in.. so now do i spend like 10k on "furthering my education" or do i decide to be a grown up and grow up, get a real job? that thought terrifies me..

i wish i could go back to the simpler times in life, when everything was just laid out in front of you. whoever decided that you should make your own choices was an idiot.

i've been watching a lot of chelsea handler lately (who btw is my freaking hero!) and i wish that i was funny. like straight up hysterical. i think it would be the coolest thing to be a stand up comedian... being able to travel the country making people laugh. that would be the best job in the world. in my opinion i think i am freaking hilarious, i just don't know if other people would appreciate my humor as well. oh well, so much for that dream. but i guess that's all it is, it's all a dream.