On a boat.

Fave Boston pic

Update on my life - college life is sweet. There are kids running all over the place and the city is full of excitement. All we do is hang out, attend orientation things, hang out, eat, drink, hang out, sleep. My life is lacking structure at the mo, but I'm really not too fussed. I have though, already succeeded in breaking not one, but two blinds in our room and the shower and I don't have a fantastic relationship in the sense that whilst I'm fiddling with the tap to change the water flow it likes to spray cold water onto my face. But you know, besides that. I've come to the revelation that my roommate is a phantom though, because I've only ever seen her once (she came in and I had hung my underpants out all over the place) but she didn't say a lot. I tried to talk to her, she's from Beijing (still don't know her name) but she has trouble understanding English, and (I'm hoping it was unintentional) she liked ignoring everything I said. So, uhh, yeah. I hope I haven't scared her off or something, because I haven't seen her since, and it's been like, 4 days guys. AND HERE'S THE THING; I go out for a while, I come home, and more of her possessions have mysteriously accumulated in our apartment, but she is nowhere to be seen. There's just always evidence of her presence, like more food in the fridge, or washing hanging out in the bathroom. Yesterday, I was in Vee and Bridget's room for I reckon, 20 minutes, I come home and she's made her bed and unpacked more things. AND, get this - she doesn't even sleep in our apartment!! I seriously have no idea where she is,  but I haven't seen her and I'm starting to worry.



It's looking better, I guess.

Guess which is my desk

I've made some more friends, and we have a fantastic little neighbourhood college community going on, we all congregate and hang out in people's rooms, and you're never alone for long without someone popping in to say hi, or grabbing a bite to eat on campus with your neighbours. Speaking of which, our buddy Tim from Swinny at home is the lucky bugger who has a rooftop apartment, with heaps of space and, like, sofas and stuff! It's huge so we've taken to calling it The Penthouse as it has an awesome view over the city and college campus, and it is becoming somewhat of a tradition for truckloads of people to plod up to The Penthouse for drinks and socialising during the breezy fall evenings in Boston. See how glamorous I can make my life sound? Just last night a bunch of us waltzed up to The Penthouse for drinks before crashing, yes I repeat, crashing the exclusive college Freshman party. I say exclusive because you could only get in if you were a Freshman, and hence, many were kicked out before we lied about our degrees and programs and despite proper identification, they let us in. Our French friend Pierre was MORTIFIED to realise that he had been rejected at a party. This had apparently never happened to him before and he was appalled. He stormed off pretty quick. I am fond of his storming-off attitude. As you can imagine, we are getting along swimmingly.

'Merica

The Freshman party was fairly lame guys, I mean, can you imagine a bunch of people hopping around at a dance in a state of sobriety? Me neither. All the Freshman are just out of high school and super awkward, and they all have their little clicky groups and stand about judging everyone else. Me, Vee, Bridget, Liz, Pierre, Tim, + Danish kid + 2 Russian kids (forgive me for forgetting how to spell difficult European names) rocked up and basically just yolo-ed it on the dance floor. A couple of songs from home came on, and me and Bridget took great pleasure in engaging in a crowd-pleasing dance number, in which there was a great deal of jumping, barn-dance style moves, and arm-flailing. No shame. Some people applauded but mostly - Freshman girls judged.  Le sigh. We had a great time though, and I'm glad to have found friends that are really similar to me in attitude and action. Indeed.


This post title comes from something that happened to me on Wednesday. Annie Darling and a couple of other kids and I had plans to meet downtown for the day. I got down there a little earlier, cause I had to organise some bank and internet stuff and they were still on the subway. Long story short, I had no map or GPS and my sense of direction is terrible. I basically got lost very quickly, but I didn't mind, cause, from the photos I put up last post, Boston is fantastic. I had a great morning, wandering around by myself  with my camera is actually what I enjoy the most sometimes, whenever I travel I find great serenity in solitude. Anyway, Boston is a harbour city, and they have boats that act like a subway. I was walking along the pier when one pulled up right beside me and called for passengers, so I jumped on. Thought maybe it would head downtown so I could meet Annie Darling and the girls, who I had been txting all morning.
NOPE.

In other news, Boston Harbour is exquisite, and apparently the seafood here is also great

Nek minnit, my boat is going full steam ahead out into the middle of the open water, and fairly soon I couldn't sight land anymore. What's a girl to do. Annie txted me and asked where I was and where they could meet me, and all I could do is respond with; "I'm on a boat" and that was the full extent of the information I could supply about my whereabouts, where I was heading or how long it would be. And Annie Darling, god bless her soul, simply replied with "yolo". So after an hour on my boat, we rocked up at this place called Quincy. To be clear, there wasn't hoards of tourists on my boat, eagerly awaiting a Bostonian marine adventure, kids with faces pressed up against the glass. And I now know why. I'll tell it to you straight kids, the extent of Quincy is a polluted highway and some old, rusty looking tinnies tied to dock with an even older looking rope. So, as you do, I got out, took a photo, waited 15 minutes, and then hopped back on the boat to come straight home again. I think the photo isn't even worth uploading. And given my enthusiastic attitude towards photos, that's saying something.

My roommates and I (I refer to my college buddies as roommates cause we all live together, and my own actual roommate is doing a SHOCKING job of playing her part) had a cute night in which we ate sushi, did our nails, watched Miley Cyrus humiliate herself at the Video Music Awards, chatted abut all sorts and flipped through the OK! magazines I bought. Another guilty pleasure - I enjoy reading about the stars and famous people in LA. Judge me, whatever. Actually no, don't judge me, because I claim that this time - it was for research. It was cool reading about places like Bel Air in Hollywood where I had been, and looking at snaps of famous people on LA beaches...where again, I had been. Sidenote; the adds for weight loss programs, dieting pills and plans, and protein shakes, ect are over represented in 'Merica, like every few pages you'll see a new one.

Now, Bridget and I made an impulsive decision to head up to NYC for the weekend, Vee's visiting her boyfriend there, and Tim and a couple of other blokes are visiting friends up there so we figured why the hell not...unfortunately it's Labour Day weekend in the U.S of A, so no accommodation on such late notice.
Bother.
I suggested that we head to leafy New Hampshire instead, so today we organised a group of travellers and booked. Now we're all set for a girls weekend away in the country (yay!), we're staying in a cute cabin lodge in the state forest, horse riding is (apparently) on the agenda and sitting in a Jacuzzi taking a well-earned, pre-semester break...should be fun! It's 5.30pm now, so I've gotta go and pack ma backpack, we're catching the 4 hour bus interstate tomorrow at 6.30am. I hope we get to see a moose.

'New Hampshire ftw.