Oh the things I mean to do

I meant to write more about Boston. It was good. It didn't end up the way I thought it would, but nothing ever does.

I meant to keep my cool, but instead made unfunny non-jokes and babbled like a buffon.

I meant to stick to my diet, but I ate two bagels with cream cheese for breakfast and lunch. And I'm pretty sure I'm gonna munch on some Cheez-its before class.

I meant to take my dog for a walk today, but I slept in.

I meant to clean my house, but I didn't do it.

However, I did make it through my MAT study guide, which was not so insightful. And I sent in a request for a visit to Wheaton. I also found out that if I go as a full time student, including one summer, I can do the program in a year and a half. So, that was good to know.

I have a feeling that grad school will turn me into a hermit. I'm pretty sure that's the only way I'll get through it.

I just realized that the show opens in less than a month, a few weeks, I had a slight panic attack.

I am currently reading Jane Austen's Guide to Dating it is phenomenal. And I don't usually like those advice giving types of books.

Boston, Day Two

So, second day in Boston/Cambridge.

I slept in today, it was delicious.

I went to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. It was alright. They had some nice El Greccos, and some nice Monets. I enjoyed the Egyptian art and the Roman bits.

I also took in the Isabella Gardner Museum, which was pretty neat.

I was wandering around Boston and at one point I thought I saw someone from Chicago. Then I remembered I was in Boston and that it was highly unlikely that they were here too.

It rained all day, which was kind of gross, but at least I have a bright green raincoat to wear. The color, which is almost neon green, makes things seem a little brighter.

I bought a book today called Jane Austen's Guide to Dating. Yes, I am that lame. I indulge in the occasional chick lit, and this was just too fun to pass up. It was called "a pithy book of concrete advice" And since my love life seems to be in a perpetual state of disarray, I thought it couldn't hurt.

I just finished dinner and am about to sit down and watch Brick, very excited.

So far no major "ah ha" moments but my fortune cookie said "You will become more passionate and determined about your convictions." So, who knows maybe I'll figure it all out after all.

Boston

I made it to Boston. I am currently sitting in my cousin's kitchen tired and well, mostly tired.

Boston is nice. It's very pretty here. Lots more color than in Chicago. A lot of the houses have this really dramatic brickwork or brightly colored siding. I spent my afternoon walking around and wandering into random antique shops. I didn't take a lot of pictures because I forgot to charge my camera battery.

It was so nice to be able to wander around without any real agenda, no schedule, no places to be. I was able to just let my mind and my feet wander where there they would. Sometimes I ended up thinking about things I wanted to leave behind me. But I guess you can't run away from everything.

The trains are so convenient and a seven day pass is so much cheaper than in Chicago. So, I'm just planning on rambling about the city for the next three days.

But before all of that I'm just going to sleep in.

Oh, my aching back

I have let myself get old.

I am so tired today. I went to bed at 2:30. For me that's like rollin' in at 5am.

Gosh, I remember when 5am was my bedtime. I'd get home at 4 or 5 and wake up at 9 or 10 and be ready to go. Now, I want to be home by 9, and in bed by 10.

What happened to me? When did I become old and reclusive?

I used to go out all the time. I used to do things. Now, I sit in my apartment with my dog and fall asleep while watching The Office on DVD. Ugh. I feel like I'm turning into my parents. I'm worried that soon I'll get to the point where anything after 7pm is going to seem like an impossibility.

So, on to boys.

I am remembering how much I like them. Not in a romantic way, I mean, I'm not falling in love with every boy I meet, but I just like them. I like hanging out with boys. It's fun. I miss having a group of boys to hang out with. I didn't realize how much I missed that until I got to hang out with boys last night. It always makes me feel a little like Jo, from Little Women. At the end of the book after she has opened up her school with the Professor, she talks about how happy she is to be surrounded by "her boys". Not just the little ones, but the big grown up boys too. It made me miss all my old boys that I never see anymore. I have a special place for all those guys, and after last night I just got started thinking about them all again.

Randomness

I got a sipder bite or somthing by the bottom of my shoulder blade. It's been itchy and it hurts, like a muscle ache. It's strange and I am displeased.

However, I have good news.

I am going to Boston! Only for a few days, and not for another week, but still. I'm am so happy to be able to get away for a break. I just want to be away from Chicago for little while. And I get to hang out with one of the neatest people I know. Willby. Huzzah!

So, this has brightened my outlook, which admitidly has been rather bleak lately. I need to start playing the 'glad game'.