Monday, January 16, 2006

Home Sweet Home

Back home finally!! I love Clark!

Hanging out with James while he breaks in his new boots. And then going to work at 5. Pooey. But I'll get some reading done and stuff. Before the semester starts and I can't read for fun anymore. The books look pretty good, though. Got most of them in the mail this morning. Oh, jeez. I could hardly believe the volume of them. It was ridiculous. But Billie, Dan D (the first), and Matt helped me unwrap them and haul them back to my room where they are now happily shelved.

I also got a Chabad mug that sings this annoying Chanukah song everytime you move it. Apparently, I won some contest a while ago where I guessed the right number of dreidels?? I think Josh mentioned something about winning, too. I wonder if everyone won.

James is watching me write this. He said so.

Anyway, I got back last night. Separated from Kate who took my bag with her on the limo and I went on to the commuter rail. Well, we went from 70 degree weather to -16. Isn't that great? I got on the silver line to South Station from the airport and this old guy in a long black leather coat and a bright red cowboy hat was sitting in the seat in front of me and kept turning around and staring at me and Marty Jr. He suddenly says :

"Mama say you ain't 'lowed to play no GI-tar hair."

And I'm like WTF.

It was a bit odd. I wondered for a minute if I'd actually arrived in Boston yet...

Then I met Lukas randomly when we got off the train in Worcester. I met a nice guy on the train who listened to all of "Blueprints" which was pretty impressive. Anyhow, Lukas and I went over and retrieved my suitcase from Kate and went to dinner. Then Beth came over after Lukas left. And here we are today. James is leaving. :-(

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It was the weirdest thing. usually i miss my friends' calls, but saturday night i called you and K and you both weren't there!! ugh and i actually had something to say. no matter, no matter.
u are not answering online and i just have to tell you what mi padre dijo