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Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
and kissed me till the morning light, the morning light
and he kissed me till the morning light

The history books forgot about us
and the bible didn't mention us
not even once.

"You're just the nostalgic type. You need to learn to be happy. It's not easy, but you need to try."

I'm too tired to do my homework.

My mom visited this weekend and we went to the homecoming carnival (which basically just means freeee tshirts which we totally abused) and then I gave her the Lauren Northeastern tour. A simple fact search about the green line turned into a three hour MBTA history lesson for me last night. Today we went to presentations about co-op and housing for ( Read more... )

I have been researching the T.. specifically the old branches. The "A" line that went to Watertown, the branch after Boylston that went down Pleasant St, the old ELEVATED ORANGE LINE!! which is total silliness. And I thought I remembered, from the first time I ever went to the Garden/Fleet Center the raised subway tracks. So vividly I remembered ( Read more... )

I processed the mystery roll of Ilford HP5 film that I remembered Allison giving me last year. I couldnt remember what was on it though. It turned out to be all pictures of Peter from Revere Beach. The ones of the airplanes didn't come out. I always forget to focus on a gray card type equivalent when I am shooting backlight objects. But, It ( Read more... )

I can use my meal plan at Whole Foods.

So, I did what anyone would do.
I bought Tiramisu

God, I just can't seem to get any better. This is the most frustrated I have ever been, having to constantly revise my life as it is happening to avert a near catastrophe in my chest. I tried to go to Target last night with Peter Murray and I made it about halfway around the store before I had to sit down and beg out of the rest of the night. I ( Read more... )

Attleboro office is good.
The time flies and it is almost like not working at all.

Chest relapse:
back to my original excruciating pain
(yay)
just when I was feeling a little better.

Tomorrow I'm going to the RISD Museum.