So how would you define Life?

For all those new to my livejournal, most of my entries(the few that I have written)are are friends only...sorry! They're immature, old and well uninteresting...those that remain are still not very representative, especially since they are absolutely ancient!

Don't judge...too much!

I admit this subject heading is both disingenuous and incredibly trite, I mean first of all I'm still in Boston(although I do leave this Saturday) and well, quoting a James Bond movie really speaks volumes to my intellectualism(or rather lack there of.) But really, it's a good introduction to what I hope this journal, which I have dredged from the depths of disuse, will represent...a veritable "Natasha & the City" view of Moscow, which although supposedly meant to keep you all in the know, will actually serve as a remote store of memories(since my memory is so notoriously bad). So basically don't expect Shakespeare, or even 9th grade quality language, logic or content.

But...it will be interesting, I promise! I mean Moscow, snow, vodka, Jess Schaffer, UNSC reps ... talk about leaving the Stanford bubble.

What brought on this decidedly infrequent reflection upon my life/preparation for a journey? Well, as I attempt to conquer my mindless addiction to the idiot box, I've zeroed in on the wonders of the Travel Channel and Foreign movies to distract me from the fabulous inanity of Bravo and the horrendously addictive catfight known as project runway. But anyways, what did I find when I turned on the tv tonight? A travel channel show on the glories of Moscow in the winter! I'm telling you, fate! I don't really like this commentator, but I'm trying to absorb all the information on Moscow that I possibly can before actually leaving for the Motherland. Did I mention that I also failed miserably on my first real test of my "spoken" russian when I attempted to strike up a conversation with a New York cabbie who was listening to Russian techno...the conversation to put it mildly placed my spoken Russian on the same level as a domesticated pet...I could say Speak, Sit, Hello, etc...certainly not more...VERY BAD! WHAT WAS I DOING FOR A WHOLE YEAR AND A HALF? Needless to say, I am now more then ever totally determined to become fluent, even it kills me!

Apparently, according to this show, Russians are even crazier than I originally thought...in the middle of winter, in the brief moments of sunshine, people strip to their underclothes and sun bathe on the banks of the rivers...because frostbitten blue is so the new berry brown. Better yet, does anyone fell the need to go competitive ice swimming? Hopefully not.

I'm not going to lie, this man, the host/narrator, is seriously getting on my nerves, you can tell that all the curious russian passerbys are looking at him with disgust...he's loud, obnoxious, disrespectful, annoying, presumptuous and did I mention loud? Oh and he's not American(thank GOD! although they all probably assume that he is...) Note to self, re-adjust decibel level and don't look or act like a half crazed elf(this might be difficult)

so stay tuned for more meandering ramblings, and, if you feel like more concise, personalized summaries...do email me! I live for human contact, although I have started to become very suspicious of eternal "connection"...but that's neither here nor there!

ps. If you're interested in perusing the joys of the travel channel...Anthony Bourdin is AMAZING, witty, dry, respectful, adventurous and vaguely like a culinary James Bond...I'd marry him if he wasn't three times my age!

* 1556 - Fifty miles north of Delhi, a Mogul Army defeats Hindu forces of General Hemu to ensure Akbar the throne of India.
* 1605 - Gunpowder Plot: A plot led by Robert Catesby to blow up the English Houses of Parliament is thwarted when Sir Thomas Knyvet, a justice of the peace, finds Guy Fawkes in a cellar below the Parliament building. Fawkes was later hanged, drawn and quartered for his role in the conspiracy.
* 1688 - Glorious Revolution begins: William of Orange lands at Brixham.
* 1872 - Women's suffrage: In defiance of the law, suffragist Susan B. Anthony votes for the first time, and is later fined $100.
* 1930 - Sinclair Lewis is awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
* 1935 - Parker Brothers releases the board game Monopoly.
* 1979 - The radio news program Morning Edition premieres on National Public Radio.
* 1979 - Ayatollah Khomeini declares the USA to be "the great Satan".
* 1996 - U.S. presidential election, 1996: Democrat incumbent Bill Clinton defeats Republican challenger Bob Dole to win his second term.
* 1998 - Lewinsky scandal: As part of the impeachment inquiry, House Judiciary Committee chairman Henry Hyde sends a list of 81 questions to US President Bill Clinton.

Births
* 1701 - Pietro Longhi, Venetian painter (d. 1785)
* 1715 - John Brown, English writer (d. 1766)
* 1722 - William Byron, 5th Baron Byron, English dueler (d. 1798)
* 1855 - Eugene V. Debs, American socialist leader (d. 1926)
* 1857 - Ida Tarbell, American journalist (d. 1944)
* 1913 - Vivien Leigh, English actress (d. 1967)
* 1920 - Douglass North, American economist, Nobel Prize laureate
* 1921 - Fawzia of Egypt, Queen of Iran
* 1931 - Ike Turner, American musician
* 1941 - Art Garfunkel, American musician
* 1959 - Bryan Adams, Canadian musician

* 1973 - Johnny Damon, baseball player
I'm not so happy about JD and I sharing a b-day...I'm not going to lie!

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Your name:	natasha_ahsatan
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Created by Grahame

I am officially a Baby Angel!!

http://www.stanford.edu/group/pibetaphi/

I got my first choice!!!
Pi Beta Phi

Dave and I are back to good, I have a power paper due at 9am tomorrow and Bid Night tonight at 10pm, but I LOVE IT!

Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence

You shine in your ability to realate to and understand others. Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel. You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations. A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict. You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.

You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

Wow is that song beautiful.  Can we talk about the fact that I have been living in the library and yet am NOT able to do those three essays.  Never have I felt so overwhelmed.

Finally. . . some decent digital(ized) pictures!

Horay for new icons!

Do you know what is Absolutely beautiful? The backshore of Peaks at night.  The dark shapes of bushes mysterious and shadowy crowd the flat dark grey of the road, which rises up to meet the dark horizon of midnight blue.  One side variates between desolate protected marshland (which even on cool nights poisons the briny air with a hint of decay) and houses, some summer, that are usually dark by 10:00, when everyone seems to turn in.  The other displays the peaceful ocean with the slate gray, uneven rocks alternating with eerily glowing petrified wood.  The high tide conceals the stink of the forgotten seaweed, which is tossed up with every surf, and the gentle lap of the waves accompanies the "Strange noises in the dark" of crickets, cicadas, animals rustling and the occasional gentle hoot of ferrys to other islands.  Quite a zen-like experience when biking back from work, wouldn't you say? 

It was a perfect end to a not-so-perfect day.    

My day started inexplicably at 5:15 when I found myself awake and unable to go back to sleep, though I had only fallen asleep 4 hours earlier.  I knew that it was horrendously early because the horizon, which I could see from my window, had not yet shed the pinks and dark blues of sunrise.  This early awakening might have been because of three reasons 1) not drawing my curtains (thereby letting in pinkish blue light to wake me up) 2) knowing that parents were taking the 6:15 ferry and were going to go through a complex procedure of taking my car and leaving it in the parking lot, which I would then have to walk to to pick up the car since my bike would never have fit inside 3) stupidly leaving my door open, since, now as I think of it, I woke up to the sound of the hair-dryer (trust my mom to blow dry her hair though at 6:15 in the morning, most people on the ferry will be too bleary eyed to see any difference).  Since I was awake, and there was no going back to sleep (though I tried), I kindly offered to drives les parentals to the ferry, thereby cutting down on confusing plans that I would have to remember later.  This earned me many brownie points/gold stars with los parentals, which of course will be forgotten the next time we get in a fight. . . oh well.  When I got back and after feeding Chip, I decided to take a few rounds around the island on my bike, thinking that the exercize would help me go back to sleep.  Bad Idea.  Turns out that I hadn't drank nearly enough so after first round was feeling a bit sick, but, typical me just put it down to "I've not been biking for a while and I'm a whiny idiot," when I got to the insanely hard hill, I realized half-way up that there was something legitimately wrong.  I wasn't breathing right and I was truly feeling like puking.  Sped home (as fast as my protesting body would let me, that is) and barely had the energy to park my bike and run up.  Sat for half an hour in the bathroom. . . ya well, basically I had been stupid and dehydrated myself.  Stupid.  Instead of walking Chip (it was not around 7:30), I decided to go back to my room, close my curtains, tie something around my aching head (headache from lack of water of course) and go back to sleep in order to start morning again, this time right. 

I think that it kind of worked!  Katherine called at 10:30, when I was just waking up anyways and offered me the night-time shift since Mike couldn't do it.  General rejoicing, with myself since my family abandoned me up here, and resolved to talk to Ron about the lack of actual hours that I was getting.  Took Chip out for a nice leisurely stroll (let him swim, got tanner, damn). Came home, too lazy to toast/cream-cheese bagel so ended up eating a clementine and a cold mini-quiche from Mom's "artists "get-together"" last night (I was told to look pretty and be charming. . .think I succeeded).  Lazed around and took a LONG bath (mmmmm. . . ) with jacuzzi jets turned on (double mmm. . .). Watched VH1 and MTV (THANK YOU GOD for cable), started to finish Bridget Jones's Diary, but resolved to leave that for slow periods at the store.  Cut myself a Delectable mango and watched more TV before I had to leave.

When I got back on my bike to go to the store (10 pts for me for not being lazy and taking the car) I realized that my but hurt from biking this morning WTF?  I barely did 8 miles!  Stupid lack of cushion, I considered buying myself those incredibly sketch biking spandex with built in cushion, but decided against them because of overwhelming sketchiness.  Decided that I absolutely love my job.  Kind of slow day today, but I got to see my girls, Grace and Kaleigh, (the girls I babysit for), Will & Neil (Nicky's friends who I think are wicked chill and always flatter me which is always good), and bunches of people.  I have decided that the fact that we have such cool ish for sale is NOT a good thing because I already want a sweatshirt, soffees (they are PINK!!), and pjs and it's only my first day and I have NO money.  Damn.  Alec and another island boy came in today and though they only bought cokes, they tipped me like 75 cents. . . it was incredibly sweet since they saw how ungrateful our customers had been!!  Johnny came in, we talked about how fat we were getting (haha); I love gay guys.  He asked about my family, my life, school and all which was nice.  I swear the ice cream/gift store is the place to be.  Everyone is drawn to it, even people like Lana who works there almost everday, came and hung out with us.  I finished Bridget Jones, read a bit of Hardball (quality read) and got to listen (and sing to) Rocktopus.  Can life get better?

Now I am eating easy mac (making up for my non-existant dinner i.e. ice-cream) and am going to watch Monsoon Wedding or the Godfather(haven't decided yet) until I'm sleepy.  It's very peaceful/relaxing, not having to worry about going out with peoples, but I am excited for everyone coming up.  I'm not such a homebody usually here.  

ciao bellas! 

I'm packing.

I'm slowly ransacking my newly organized closet to pack enough clothes to get me through an entire summer in one - admittedly large (I could fit comfortably in it) - suitcase.  In deciding which clothes will be necessary for the sultry summer afternoons and downright chilly summer nights of my little slice of heaven, I've realized that this is it.  THE END(of live as I know it).  Oh yes, I know, uber drama-queen Natasha has returned with a vengence!  The funny thing is that I don't think that I will miss high school; no, the things I will miss are more tangible than an arbitrary placing of a block of time labelled as "HIGH SCHOOL" and supposed to be the "best four years of your life" - if these were supposed to be the best four years, I rue the next however many, because I know that I didn't enjoy them half as much as I could have - I will miss my friends(and some teachers). 

I already miss my friends.  I miss being able to see them everyday, the hurried greetings in the hallways, the shared triumphs and defeats, passing notes in math, falling asleep in gov, the trivial lunchroom who sits with whom battles, the quiet room parties, wonderfully boring spam emails that just said "hi" and would always cheer me up, sitting in the cafeteria in the mornings with hot chocolate or tea trying to wake our sleep-deprived brains up enough to sluggishly crawl towards our classrooms, complaining about teacher, people, ourselves and the world, being able to discuss Plato and shoes in the same breath without losing our credibility as human beings or finding anything wrong in the conversation, I could go on and on, but already I'm on the verge of tears.  You're supposed to cry when you graduate, to fear the fact that you will never be in contact with your classmates in the same way ever again.  I don't. 

I fear the loss of the mundane. The fact that I won't be able to sit across from Em in the cafeteria and discuss how asleep we are over cups of hot chocolate or crappy tea as we rush to complete homework that should have been done the night before, but wasn't and wouldn't be done then.  Or that I won't be able to sit in the second row in math and pass my little "Princess of Quite a Lot" notebook under the absentminded nose of our hearted Graham Cracker and discuss everything from how much we wanted to kill the "diggity" boys to what to do about poor little "lukey".  And Merry, our four years of dominating french class (like WHAT!) to sharing our obsessive crushes in Morton's english (where he worshiped the ground we walked on) - little "harry potter" and my Victor/Thomas french love triangle - talking about everything and nothing at the same time, what will I do with out you! I'm so glad that I became friends with Kaya, sarcasm, wit and utter practicality have saved me on many of our trips and every day in Math.  And J lo, what can I say, you will always be the tallest girl to me, and just standing next to you reminds me of how damn short I am! And all my boys, though I don't really want to write essays to each of them, suffice to say that Matt and Eyob, with our Friday night dinners,cafes, coffees, desserts, made my life so much better, and Dave. . .well though he embarassed me always, it was impossible not to have a good time with him.

As my cellphone inbox floods(over-exageration) with messages from my Mainers about how excited they are that we're all coming down(up) this weekend, my boss at the ice cream store emails me to tell me that he's put me on the roster, and my bag lies half empty on my bedroom floor surrounded by piles of absolutely necessary clothing, I finally understand the hole that high school is supposed to leave behind. 

27 Whaleback road

Peaks Island. ME. 04108

call me. write me. visit me. 

(cuz I'm leaving in a packed car

don't know when I'll be back again)

you are deeppink #FF1493

Your dominant hues are red and magenta. You love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. You can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing. Your saturation level is high - you get into life and have a strong personality. Everyone you meet will either love you or hate you - either way, your goal is to get them to change the world with you. You are very hard working and don't have much patience for people without your initiative. Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

ok I know that I'm being completely inane by avoiding actually writing entries as I fill you space with stupid quizes, but this was cute. . .I swear!

How to make a natasha_ahsatan

Ingredients: 5 parts friendliness 5 parts brilliance 5 parts empathy

Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Serve with a slice of curiosity and a pinch of salt. Yum!

God has this been a long week.

It has really brought home the sense that good ole Bucky High is over, as in done, as in never will I walk those hallowed halls as a frazzled student, as in seven years and three campuses of my life are over, as in I will probably see most of the people that I have spent the last four year either hating or loving only intermittently over the rest of my life, as in never again will I be able to walk the same halls as my close friends, as in over.

A week of ups and downs, highs and lows, almost crying on graduation day - not from the weight of 4 years of nostalgia- because of utter frustration, discovering Nina Sly's inner freak at Tony's graduation party (as she made Ari's life). All the parties, events, "get-togethers," shopping and running around have made me lose track of the fact that this was my last week as a BB&N student. Spring Project finishing definitely had something to do with it as well as the week of freedom, yet I feel incomplete. There is now a gaping hole where BB&N was - let's not lie, It was a LOT of my life - and the blank pages of my yearbook (which I'm bringing tonight to get people to sign) attest to the absolute emptiness I feel.

I'm going to list by events because I know of no other way to categorize what has happened in the last week. Days don't work because so much has happened. But I realize now that I'm too drained. Mentally and physically. There is too much to tell and not enough energy in me to do it. Suffice to say that Caroline's was amazing - to hear her sing FINALLY - and bittersweet - "you guys were BFF's back then, right" - and eye-opening. Kara's was fun, yummy - food! - a blast from the past - Flora! - kind of empty - since Aggy and Merry didnt decide to come - and uneventful. The lifer party was weird; all the teachers that I had had were gone so I wandered aimlessly following my friends from teacher to teacher, smiling while they reminisced, but exploring the lower school again was exciting - that was seriously one of my happiest years at Bucky High - so much had changed but so much stayed the same. Prom, oh god I'll talk about it later. Graduation Rehearsal, which I was late for because I had to pick up aggy's flowers, Aggy's performance - she was excellent - home to see uncles, Nathalies. . .talk about later. Graduation - alternately sucked (I felt that my family was treating it as a family reunion and not anything about me - yes I know I'm selfish, but my dad and uncles were going to go to maine right after, they hadn't even planned a special dinner, they didn't have film SO NO PICTURES, I wanted to cry from anger and disappointment), Dinner, which i made my family take me out to, was fun, but disappointing, Tony's was amazing (more later). . .

God and between all these things I have been doing stuff. . . i don't know what, but It feels so full and yet so meaninglessly empty. Damn. I want to see my friends! Thank God we are going to Maine. I want a good cry.

Yearbooks came out today. . .

Disclaimer: EVERY SECTION THAT I DID IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT
~Senior Parent Pages
~Candids
~My Page
~homecoming

EVERYTHING ELSE, well, I tried to help salvage the remains, but when there are three co-editors-in-chief, one yeabook advisor who had never seen a yearbook, one company liaison whose mom had died so he started losing it (by that I mean pages and pictures), power does not share easily.

I'm sorry that my baby came out deformed and ugly, but the sections that I did(spend hundreds of hours working on) look the way they should.

Damn, I really wanted them to be perfect.

I love today. . . but since I have little time and beirut with Jen calls, I'm just gonna list like what!
~woke up late. . . ok it was only 9:30, but im still a bit jet-lagged so it seemed like 2
~took Chip out in COLD weather. . .damn I went out in capri's and a t-shirt then had to run back in for a jacket. . .what happened to summer?
~talked to Bill (Christines dad)
~ate my bertucci's pizza
~watched part of a movie by Elia Kazan - one word : money
~went and worked out for like 2 hours. . . mmmmm soooo nice
~stopped in the middle of the street to talk to Christine, didn't really matter since no one ever drives down my street, got invited to Gen's for a little "shindig"
~got ready for stupid Indian party (actually it was wicked fun because I got to wear a pretty outfit and pretty Indian gold jewelry)
~went to Indian party, was gushed over
~came home, parents friends visiting (stayed only 5 minutes)was still gushed over
~went to Gen's (where I am) . . .Sweet. . .watched Gen and Jen beat Christine & Lizzie in beirut . . .laughed
ate choc chips, watched Chris & Kayla play. . . took pictures, got homesick for college and not seeing Gen & Christine
got ready to play with Jen. . .more on this later. .

So another last has come (and almost went).  Today is my last legit day of school ever.  Yes I know that I have said this periodically for the last three months but today marks the end of Senior Project and arguably the end of my BB&N experiece (not that does not include ms. Upham's garden party, closing ceremonied or graduation) - by that I mean the final normal day where I split my time between organized events and spending time with friends. . . unlike everyone else, I'm actually sad.  I've really liked BB&N over the years and a long conversation with Mr. Clarke has made me realize that I will miss the insularity and the security of being on a campus where (for good or for ill) "everybody knows your name."

damn the nostalgia, full speed ahead.  I actually wanted to share some snippets from my Portgal trip diary (with more to follow in the next few days as I actually get down to finishing the documentation of my trip in the aforesaid diary~ I don't really enjoy writing about my experiences when they are so fresh in my head).

( journaling from the first day )

Please comment and I'll do yours too!

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. How have I affected you?
5. What do you think of me?
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
8. Do you love me?
9. Do you have a crush on me?
10. Would you kiss me?
11. Would you hug me?
12. Physically, what stands out?
13. Emotionally, what stands out?
14. Do you wish I was cooler?
15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?
16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
17. Am I loveable?
18. How long have you known me?
19. Describe me in one word.
20. What was your first impression?
21. Do you still think that way about me now?
22. What do you think my weakness is?
23. Do you think I'll get married?
24. What makes me happy?
25. What makes me sad?
26. What reminds you of me?
27. If you could give me anything what would it be?
29. How well do you know me?
29. When's the last time you saw me?
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
31. Do you think I could kill someone?
32. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?

So, another typical day in the Pereira family household.

Basically it started with the Gov AP, which went ok, but we won't talk about the AP because I'm done, like legitimately so.  This is another one of those high school milestones, like the last day of classes, the first and last chance to run through the halls screaming (oh wait it seems like frosh do that every day), the last exam, the last mid-term, the last paper, the last advisor meeting (we had croissant ~ aaw O'B), the last Yearbook meeting (I'm officially not the Editor anymore THANK YOU GOD), the last all-nighter pulled for your last Senior paper, the last cup of tea at 4 in the morning when you're just waiting for the caffeine to fade and sleep to set in, the last time you sit down with all your friends at lunch in the Cafeter. . wait no refectory, no still not right mess hall/dining facility? Looking back on it, Senior year is full of lasts, bitter sweet, I know.  But at least this year, at the Multicultural luncheon, I'll be the one getting gifts, Mr. Bryant invited me for the MSA, as the former treasurer of the Comm. Service club, I get stuff from them and ACS best do something for me for all my "Asian Pride" (HINT HINT). . . .

Back on topic. . . After APing it up, Merry, Em and I worked out the Prom deal and decided that "the girls" are going to Merry's, our dates are coming of course, and it is an open invitation to other couples but, we ARE NOT going somewhere else. . . and if unhappiness ensues, Em and I have no problem with kicking the offending party OUT (actually it might be a bit fun). See Merry, it's on paper, your back up just in case.

Then Em and I enjoyed a leisurely stroll into the Square where we were having lunch with Aggy.  By leisurely I mean, almost getting run over by three bikes and 4 runners, jeez I'm pretty easy to see, can't you avoid me?  Aggy of course, refused to have her phone on, so confusion ensued over when, where and how to have lunch.  Weirdly enough as we were passing EMS, who do we run into? Kara!  She's going to have lunch with Dave a thing she "does often," since when were they friendly enough to go to lunch often?  She better be careful, or I might get jealous!  Em and I find a perfect table outside of Au Bon Pain, shaded by their gorgeous leafy trees that cast dappled rays onto everything.  Perfect place for people watching since we were right next to the embarkment.  Like usual Harvard Square is suffering from a barrage of people who don't belong and as they tote their cameras and point at all our little peculiarities, I want to yell "Get out of my Square!" Ok, technically it's not mine, not for lack of trying mind you, but hey I've gone to school down the street for what, seven years of my life?  I OWN it. . . it is MINE.  Therefore tourists beware, the square vigilantes will get you. . .

Right after a pleasant lunch, Aggy and I go window shopping (our fave because we never have money). We decide that Aldo shoes are beautiful, if precarious, and we want frilly skirts (after looking at Urban).  Consumerism is the death of the american public I know, but I love it. . .when I have money that is.

Then after a rapid superman transformation in the Coop's bathroom, I set off for work at the law firm.  I have fun!  I get to proof a DoN and Check numbers. . .never mind I'll just bore you to tears, but I like working there.  I get cool tasks and they treat me like a college student, which is always cool!  Oh, and they compliment me on my clothes and the way I look. . . it's a self confidence booster. .  .damn am I pathetic.  At like 5:10, they ask me to run something over to another firm. . . I get lost, big surprise, then I get held up by security and because of my innoccent look, make them break all the rules by letting me enter without ID, I get back to the law firm 10 minutes after I had to leave so I sprint out back to the T. . . side note Boston Common in the spring is BEAUTIFUL!  I get held up by the stupid teller at the T because she doesn't believe that I'm a high school student and I forgot the stupid T ID. . . many people offer to help me out, which is wicked nice, but I have the money, I was just trying to prove a point! 

I get off the train and speedwalk/sprint back to Bucky High and pick up Nick.  Almost get rearended/ run over by OLD people, you'd think by now they'll have learned to drive, but NO!  Get home, eat, blah blah blah. . . . 

As soon as I get down to packing, a strange bell starts ringing. . . the fell sound of doom and all that ish.  We can't figure out if it is from our house or that of our neighbors so Nick and I are very sketched out. . . understandably so.  Our parents, of course, are at the gym with OUT their cellphones, so we do the next best thing and call the Morans and Boeckes (best fam friends up and down the street).  Nick sprints to the Moran's house with a poker just in case the thieves that are either in the Canzoneri's house or ours decide to attack him.  I lock the door and attempt to call the Cazoneris, failing as I am foiled by their answering machine.  By now Christine has called saying that she has Julian's SN (Canzoneri's son at Weslyan) and she can get their cell numbers.  Mike has arrived to check out the alarm. . .search of the house ensues, we find our home protection system and turn off the alarm. . . and yet the bells continue..  . more searching ensues. . . .contemplation of taking a pick axe to the bell ensues. . .

when FINALLY, Nick finds this random fire/burgalar alarm box in his room that has not been opened for ages. . even when we turn the key, it remains stuck, it actually takes considerable strenght to pry open. Guess what we find. 

One of those MASSIVE duracell batteries that has basically started foaming from the top which probably shortwired the system and started the bells. . . we turn it off and breathe a collective sigh of relief. . .

Mike laughs and leaves. Who knew that an alarm system that we did not even know we had, still works?

Ten minutes later, my parents come home. . .perfect timing right?

Let me be really really shallow (like usual), my DF shirt(made @ Merry's) is not pretty any more. The fabric marker ran, well kind of, when i was trying to wash out the "chalk" that I used to trace my letters. Now it looks dirty. . .damn.