east coast

so here i am at my dad's place in Providence. well, it's not really in providence, it's in Cumberland, RI, about ten miles from downtown providence. I did not know this was the case at all. I am also so surprised by my dad's place. It's so very yuppy. so yuppy. it's an upper-middle class, urban sprawl converted textile-factory. It's the loft bedroom, floor-to-ceiling type of place. It's " the riverlofts at ashton mill" and it's right on the river which is nice. But of course my dad is still my dad. he has a dish washer but doesn't use it. of course he's never used it, so he doesn't know how nice it really is. he's too in my mom's mindset about dishwashers. i was too, until three weeks ago when i got one and found out how much time it really does save! he has no silverware sorter, garbage can(or bags for that matter, the garbage is a lay's bag under the sink), plates, spatulas, etc. because he doesn't want to have all that stuff if he's moving around. it's like, you don't pay rent, invest in some god damn things like a garbage can. give em' to good will or something when you move. jesus. and the huge walls are completely unadorned. it's the exposed brick, pipes, etc. typaplace.
And i rode in the golf today. man that car sucks. the back door doesn't even work anymore. how can you drive across the country like that. and it has well over 200000 miles on it now. a loud muffler, heating issue, etc. man my dad bugs me. and he says the most awkward things. and he has no faith in sam. it's like all dad cares about is sam's gpa, not his emotional well being or drug recovery, just something tangible like a gpa. already i've heard the bitching. and i don't know why my dad's so proud of me. i'm a major bitch to him all the time, too.

Boston was AWESOME I have to say. and sarina's dorm really was everything she said it was going to be. The rooms were huge, and they have all sorts of priveledges that we don't. for example they can paint any and all walls with whatever they want. and there's some cool ass things on those walls. not only are those kids really smart, but they're creative as hell. and they can smoke whenever and whatever. and they have like twenty million really cool balconies that overlook the river, etc. I was just really impressed. and those kids are fucking smart. i was so not up to par. they were doing things like puffin' while solving goemetric puzzles. or discussed the really complex plot gaps in Snakes on a Placne, saying things like I can't believe people believe the de-compresurrization combustion myth. etc. I also got to be the first one to meet Sarina's boyfriend. he was cute. older, some acne scars, but a dirty hippie guy who programs computers, goes to mit, smokes, makes fractals for burning man and plays guitar. sarina has a bf! and she was all over him at the movie.,

speaking of which, if you haven't seen the movie, please. but go with a group of drunk people and be loud and obnoxious. the crowd was so into it which made it all that much better! it's so bad., there are so many stereotypes, etc. the three different kinds of black people, an asian guy as the villian, but a good asian on the plane, the gay male stewardess (or is it), paris hilton, etc.

what else did i do there? well I went to harvard, walked around with sarina, went out for food A LOT!, did a little bit of shopping (some killer cute eight dollar tights and some goodies for my mama), went to the museum of fine arts, went walking threw downtown, went to a frat party. first one in years. it was on the boston side of the river in this really old, tall and thin house. we drank on the rooftop which overlooked the river and downtown. got drunk and watched a lot of venture brothers hungover..

all for now. loves and kisses!