i love harvard square. there are so many different types of people that hang there. old, young, different cultures, conservatives, punks, friendly, jerky, and the list goes on. it's just incredible. and there were many, many, many people out... listening to music, playing music, reading, drinking coffee, etc. etc. it's just a place to kick back and go people watching.

i spent a long time in the coop. i love that store. i love any bookstore, but the coop is just the best. i have no idea why. maybe cause it *seems* more cultured. i really have no clue. i think it might have an affiliation with barnes and noble cause their section signs look the same. so i spent some time in there. i think my problem is is that i have all these books that i want to read, but no time to read them. or something. like... i already wanna be done with them and know what they're about. oh well... that's never going to happen.

and then i made my way to the garage in which of course, i hit newbury comics. BUT the only thing i bought there was a pair of sunglasses. they were only 9.44 with tax, so i can't really complain. some people can spend 300 bucks on sunglasses, but i guess i'm not willing to. ha ha. i don't know. maybe i'm a cheap ass. i was going to buy other things... but i stopped myself. nothing in particular, but i was good and didn't browse the rows and rows and rows of cds and etc. although i did look in the cheap section (not the used section) and saw that there were 3 self titled train albums. i get so grrrr when i see stuff like that. BUT anyway, now someone can get a bargain on such great music.

and then i headed back to the apt. where i am right now. what a great story, huh kids? yeah, i thought so. i haven't done anything since. well... i talked to chrissy and mitchy online. i *almost* went down to see chrissy dear, cause she wants to go to paddys, but no one wants to go with her. if i was feeling better, i totally would have. BUT i feel like arse, so i brushed the thought from my mind.

i got an email today from mr. michael brough. basically saying he got my voice mail i left him last night, but he couldn't understand a word, which was probably good. well, i don't know. i don't really remember what i said. something to the point of.... i miss talking to you and blah blah blah. oh well. he went to the u2 concert last night. i guess he had a blast. he got in at 2 last night. which is apparently the approximate time to get in for last night.. cause me and heather got in around that time. i think i was like 1:53 or something.... but regardless.... 2 o'clock was the time to get in last night/this morning. but anyway, yeah, so michael emailed me today. fantastic.

i made iced coffee today... with my own two hands. i'm just incredible. dontcha think? ha ha... just kidding. anything to boost my ego. it's not the best... but ya know.... it was my *first* time, so give me a break. remember that show... gimme a break... with nell carter and joey lawrence. that was a great show. well, not really... but i enjoyed it when i was growing up.

there was something i was going to say... ugh... what was it? i forget. i hate forgetting what i was going to say. it happens so often too. it's annoying. like this whole entry, i'm all "i gotta write about this" and then when i get the chance to... i forget. how much do i suck?

okay... i remember now... there's a really cool site for misunderstood lyrics. i suggest that you all go to amiright.com and figure out all the lyrics to the songs, that you never really could figure out. enjoy.