I know, I know. I was supposed to post through fall break. And I didn't. That's okay. I was busy. This'll just have to suffice. And if this post makes less sense than my regular ones (shocking concept, I know), blame it on the lack of sleep and the fever. Well, supposed fever. I have one of those suuuuper stuffy noses where your head feels enormous and your breath feels really hot when you breathe through your nose.

H'okay. So I woke up ass early on Friday, stumbled through the pouring rain to the train station to catch a train to the airport (where there were CRAZY LONG LINES at security) and got to Providence, got picked up by my mom, went grocery shopping (I ATE REAL FOOD THIS WEEKEND), and then were deposited at home, which is, incidentally, where I went to high school. Post-eating things, I dragged Artie around campus, saw some friends and teachers, went to Wellesley (college) and it was still raining, met Artie's friends, saw my friend who goes to Wellesley for thirty rain soaked seconds, ended up at home soaked through to the bone and ate real food and watched BATTLESTAR GALACTICA and then shitty on demand free movies.

That was Friday. And only two sentences.

Saturday.

Woke up grossly early, bummed about the house, had luncheon with a family friend, watched cartoons before that, went to see my sister's field hockey game after that, saw people from my class in high school who shouldn't have been home but were, walked into my town to rent American Psycho, got home, went to WATERFIRE in Providence (super pretty, there are pictures tagged of me there in the Facebook) and met the artist of the whole thing (pretty cool), saw my brother a bit before that, came home, watched American Psycho, random OnDemand things, and went to sleep ludicrously late.

Sunday.

Head of the Charles.

Fiasco.

HAH.

I got myself lost in Cambridge, which was shameful. Shameful shameful shameful. Thus I missed my brother's race, ended up walking a grand total of probably more than six miles in a two and a half hour time period. Artie and I ended up just sort of meandering about Boston after that and I ended up seeing Bartolotta, a kid I went to camp with, who means a bunch and a half to me (and then some) and I saw Frank for two seconds that afternoon (also camp, also awesome), and Phil and Dave were in Boston so I saw them (though frankly I see them a lot here).

Note to those of you that have not been there: The Boston Public Gardens are beautiful at night.

Monday was MFA, Little Miss Sunshine, waking up super late, seeing my dad, carving pumpkins, and Forbidden Planet. Tuesday was going to school in the morning to see my painting and drawing teacher, flying home on a plane LITERALLY half filled with Penn kids, being sick, seeing the Prestige (REALLY GOOD), and having just taken some Nyquil liquicappy things, so I'm going to go to sleep. Maybe I'll write something interesting that isn't halfassy and just recounting my weekend to fill space (sorry Greg, I figured I'd be honest).

Later, childrens. And by later I mean tomorrow. And hopefully less congested.