Posted 23:16 by Tycho

We managed to establish this as a fact: I'm not a sexually promiscuous woman.

After that announcement, here are todays events, in more or less chronological order.

0550 hours: woken up to take antibiotic due to having wisdom teeth out. Wondered what the hell I was doing up at that hour. Promptly fell back to sleep.

0900 hours: woken up yet again...this time by my alarm. I'm going to have to have that destroyed someday. And I'm going to relish every moment of it's untimely demise. Did the normal wake-up thing, you know, sit up, yawn, stretch, say "what the fuck am I doing up, it's too damned early!", wrench myself out of bed. I pad into the shower, then shaved.

0940 hours: all set to walk out the door, more or less, and decide to listen to "The Gauntlet" by the Dropkick Murphys. I think I woke up half the neighborhood. I wuv my speakers. Then I played it again. And again. Then left the house and called Chuck to let him know I might be late meeting everyone at the station.

1020 hours: mosey on up to Wollaston Station, 10 minutes before we're scheduled to me. Evidently it moved closer to my house over break...how the fuck did that place move?! Meet Bill, Chuck, and Haviland there, and we board that sardine can that is the T.

I shall now take a moment and bitch about the T. The fare has now gone up to $1.25 per ride. Just a few days ago, it was $1.00. And only a couple years before that, it was $0.85. And then before th--ok, enough of that sort of thing. What I'm saying is that the service they give is NOT worth $1.25 per ride ($2.50 if leaving from Quincy Center and not traveling to North Quincy or Wollaston Station!). The stations are grimey, not too well kept up, and neither are the trains (they aren't dirty, per se...just not clean)...and when we're heading back home, why the fuck are there about 5 Ashmont trains for every Braintree?!? I mean,
WHAT
THE
FUCK? [trust me, it's a problem with it's 0000 hours, and you're tired and can barely stand]
Ok, rant about T is over. Let's just say that the T management have their heads shoved so far up their asses that they're skullfucking themselves with their spinalcords.

1100 hours: Arrive at Haymarket station, and proceed to wander about the North End, and manage to not die getting to Hanover St. We stop for lunch at Umberto's...kickass place...great pizza...great panzarotti...great arancini...cheap!!!!!!! ($0.95/slice for pizza, calzones are $3.00-$3.50, and are full of fillings [ummm...yeah...what else are fillings going to do?]). Definitely going back there. Will try to avoid being shot by mafia. Not sure on that one, though.

1145 hours: as I get up to get more and more food, there is an intense, heated debate running around the table about whether we should wait for Mike, or head off to see a movie. He was supposed to meet us at 1200, but he called to say that he got hung up in Chinatown...meaning he didn't meet up with us, and we didn't see the movie (not a big deal about the movie, though...not exactly what we'd call a "thriller").


We head back out into the real world, and Haviland nearly gets taken out by this woman. He used his awesome Matrix [TM] bullettime action to avoid her flying shoulder. We cross back into Government Center without further incident. Haviland brings us to his school, where he had to pay off his tuition for this semester, and we take a little tour. It's a nice place, I liked it alot.

Then we take a shortcut to Copley Place...through the area that has a warns against trespassing: "WARNING! HIGH VOLTAGE AREA, LIVE WIRES! SEVERE RISK OF ELECTROCUTION".

Common sense prevailed: we entered, walked under the bridge, and find ourselves at Back Bay commuter rail station...I'm going to have to remember the shortcut. Next time I'm going to avoid playing with those uninsulated wires...that was quite the nasty surprise...not too eager to get 50,000 volts through me...ever...

Walked through Copley Place, and didn't go into Brookstones...so we didn't attempt to get kicked out today...but we went to the Sharper Image store...which is like a Brookstones 2.0...aka Brookstones, but you can't play with the gadgets, because they're behind glass...damn, they're smart.

1400 hours: at the Curry Student Center at Northeastern, and we take out a billiards set. Yes, I rule. But I still can't believe I lost to Bill and Chuck (I scratched on the 8...was winning by 5 balls, too). Despite that small defeat, I still rule. Haviland had to leave at about 1545 hours, and so we bade him farewell, and he started his trek home.

1615 hours: We decide to go home, and so walked (what else?) to Ruggles and took the orange line back to Downtown...successfully got off the train, despite that asshole, and headed off on our merry way.

From there, I walked with Chris back to his house, and we shot the shit for at least an hour, walking back to Squantum, and then when we were just hanging out on the seawall. I don't know exactly how long it was...I just know that when we finally decided that it might be a good idea to go inside to get warm, I couldn't feel my hands, for the most part, and my feet wouldn't cooperate, and it was a little difficult to walk. Another victory for frostbite! But I'm thankful that he listened, and helped out. I needed that.

Unfortunately, Chris resumes class at NU tomorrow, so he can't come out carousing and pimping the ladies with us (aka dinner, then Jillians for foosball). Aye, the best of luck to you.

Random thing I noticed: whenever I type, the mouse pointer disappeared...I was typing and I was going "where the hell is my cursor?!? Where oh where could my little cursor go? Oh where oh where could it be? Then I stop...OOOOOHHHHH.... Score one for being retarded!

I'm also going to have to steal a quote Chris was going to use...just because it was great:

Bill: "Those cute girls were hideous!"

...Make up your mind there, killer!