Boston Adventures
One girl's quirky adventures in this shitty town.
Thursday, May 30, 2002 :::
Trifling
So I was chatting with my boy last night and you know he is really full of it. I mention to him that I am moving back to Cali and he says, "well i guess i'm going to have to hit that before you leave." Damn I hate it when people can't really tell you what's on their mind and they ALWAYS frame it in the form of a joke. To fill you in a little there was a point when I liked this brother and I am pretty sure he was diggin' me too. Then there came a time when I realized that I can only take him in small doses. I digress.
What is bothering me is that he wants to make it known how he feels but at the same time he wants to hide behind jokes. As smart, funny, and charming as he is I hate that I can never take him seriously when it come to this subject. On one hand it doesn't matter but it would be nice if he would let it die. I just want him to stop hinting at shit. I now fully understand why my man doesn't like him. All his jokes and stuff can really make someone feel uncomfortable. Since he speaks "brooklyn", which means an excessive use of metaphors and similies. It's kind of hard to get the true meanings of his statements most of the time. He's used to be my main man. If I wanted to see a show I knew whom to call. If I really want to head out to NY I know whom to call. I remember when we used to talk on the phone for hours. I remember his "mate application".
Last night was just trying for some reason. It was such an awkward conversation. As I am writing this I realize that it doesn't really matter but for some reason it did last night. It bothered the shit out of me. This message is so cryptic but hey, this guy said that I should write for me and no one else.
Tuesday, May 28, 2002 :::
Tradegy struck me today. Last week at the dance class I take at my gym Amelia, the teacher, announced that she would no longer be teaching at our location. My heart sank as I realized that my tuesday would be forever changed. She introduced the new teacher and said she would be dancing with us today. I noticed her and she was a tall blond women and I made it a point to watch her dance. Needless to say she sucked. When you teach a class it is assumed that you have mastered that skill. Especially if you are getting income from it.
So this week she shows up and I swear she made everyone clap offbeat. She is not a great dancer. She is really enthusiatic and loves teaching and dancing but, she isn't a great dancer. I could technically run the class if that is the quality of person they need running it. The worse part is that everyone else loved her. I think mostly because she didn't demand as much technique as Amelia. Pretty much everyone in the class is ryhthm less execept for a few people. So they have fun because it is easier. She is a bit corny too. I'm trying not to hate on her but I can't stop thinking about it. I do have to say that I was much more sweaty with her because we just moved and didn't worry too much about technique. I'm more concerned with technique. My goal here is be a Brittney Dancer. I just might have to shell out a little dough for my last 3 months here to be able to Amelia's class over in Brookline. Anyway check out my gym it's pretty cool. I just need to find one just like it for when I go back to California.
Sunday, May 26, 2002 :::
1. The decision is final. I'm moving back to California in September.
2. I wasn't sure if my workouts were paying off then I heard this "The rest of you doesn't shake as much when I slap your ass." So it's not in vain any longer! You have to have measurable results you know.
3. Does anybody know where I can find Salon Selectives Loosely Defined in Boston/Cambridge? I can't find it anymore and it makes my hair so happy.
Thursday, May 02, 2002 ::: my dreams do mean something after all.
so that last dream I had I finally found out what it meant. I spoke with my sister last night and I found out that one of my cousins moved to ATL and lives with my other cousin and his roomate. All three of these guys were the same guys from the last dream and it took place in their apartment. I did not mention anything about the dream to my sister (nor does she know about this blog). How weird is that? I had absolutely no prior knowledge that they all lived together. I mentioned the dream to my sister but didn't mention the rape part at all. What worries me is what the rape part may represent. Is something bad going to happen to my cousins? I hope not. The reason why they are there is to stay out of trouble.
