Migration Complete

Oi.

I'm back in Boston in my sweet new dorm apartment! It actually is pretty sweet. I have my own fairly large bedroom and the apartment itself is good shit. I have 3 roommates who I haven't really gotten to know at all. Everybody seems content to sit around on their computers when they are in. Whatever. I'm sure we'll get to know each other as time goes on. Two of the guys went on an IKEA shopping spree, so we have stylish odds and ends garnishing the place such as attractive lighting, bamboo shades, and shelving for the kitchen. They also put tasteful art up in the common area. Saaaweeeeet.

So I've been wrestling with mono (or a close cousin of it) for the last week and a half. It's been a big pain in the ass and has come at a terrible time in my life. With mono comes an enlarged spleen and liver which equates to no physical activity and no drinking. Basically, in my last semester of free living, off the bat I can't party with my friends, can't work at Starbucks and save up some much needed fundage, can't run around and do a million things I want to now that I'm finally living in Boston again. I'm more or less dorm-bound for the month of September, barring a sharp improvement in my condition. Of course everyone has been wanting to hang out, go out, and do all sorts of shit almost every night of the week which is making me feel left out, but I guess that's life. I'm hoping all housewarming parties get held off til October this year. I really need to get out before the weather turns terrible for 5 months.

So it's been funny, cause I was remembering that a distinct feature of being away for a really long time was that I had cravings for all this shit I don't normally like from back home, but wanting it anyway since I couldn't get it. The best example is probably Choco Tacos. You know, those ice cream come things that came in taco form (with sugar cone taco shell, mmmm). Anyway, they are delicious and disgusting and I haven't had one since I was maybe 12, but I think there was a solid 3 months in Spain/England where I didn't go a day without craving one. The same thing happened with the Price is Right. I hadn't seen that show since I had a sick day sometime back in early High School, but once I knew I couldn't see it at all, I longed for Bob's frisky white haired antics and his appeals for cat sterility. So now that I'm back, I ate a Choco Taco (meh), and watched the Price is Right: Bob is way too senile to be doing this anymore, and the whole show comes off as really awkward half the time. I think now that I'm older and more observant, I notice all the scowls and side glances from people getting pissed about being bid on top of by one dollar and the poorly feigned enthusiasm of a 55 year old woman who just finds out that she has a chance to win a twin set of dirt bikes. Uh, what was my point? Oh yeah, now that I can experience all this stuff again, it's really nothing special. I guess it's a little bit of grass is greener syndrome or whatever, but it really is the stupid little things you miss when you are away.

As I've been sitting around a lot the past weeks, most of my days have involved websurfing, reading, watching movies and TV, and playing videogames. I watched United 93, the movie about the 9/11 airplane that was headed for the White House but because of supposed passenger intervention, went down in a field somewhere in Pennsylvania instead. I gotta say, it was a painful movie to watch. Regardless of whether or not you buy into the whole hero story aspect that's been reported, it was an amazingly well done film. A lot of the parts of the ATCs and military folks were played by the actual people, so the whole thing had an eerily real feeling to it. Regardless of the fact that you basically know what's coming, the whole thing plays out in heart-wrenching real-time and you just wait for the inevitable shitstorm that is coming. If you're prone to getting really emotionally involved in films, this could be a tough one, but it's definitely entertaining (or at least gripping) no matter how you feel about the subject. I haven't seen Ollie Stone's blockbuster WTC flick, but I've never been a big fan of his so I'm doubting I'll be too into it. I'd definitely recommend the smaller budget United 93 if you're in the mood for an engaging plotline.

That's my movie endorsement for the time being. I still need a new name for this blog, and something regular to write about. Still contemplating wading into politics, but I'm not sure if I wanna deal with all the caca or not. does anybody besides my family still read this thing?