my cable was turned off on friday morning, i.e., yesterday morning, and being wihtout interent for the mere 1 and 1/2 days drived me nuts enough to go to the nearest starbucks and pay for a couple hours of indulgence. =)
i didn't finish packing my moving stuff until 4 am this morning.
after moving everything into storage, with the kind help of the movers, i had to clean up the trash and throw it out. throwing out old magazines, food and etc. required 10+ trips up and down the stairs to the trash bin.
tomorrow i will have to lug three heavy suitcases down the stairs, much like i had to lug them up the staires the first time i moved here.
i've decided that after tomorrow, i'm not lifting another heavy thing until the august... much like i don't intend to look at another winter coat until november.
after all that lifting and moving and stair excercise, i think i am now the buffest chick in boston. [beat] alright, probably not the buffest, but i am now the buffest person in a 2 feet radius around me. =)
even with all the moving and cleaning i did today, i had to time to catch the afternoon show of The Phantom of the Opera. definitely AWESOME. i was yawning a bit half way through because i was so tired, but the end totally enraptured me and my bitter heart almost shed a tear. i really like that musical, however, i don't like the character of Christine much. i also felt this way when i saw the movie a few months ago. after some self-analysis, i think it's because she was so dependent on men--from her father, to Raul, to the Phantom. anyways, i digress, it was still a FANTASTIC show and story. at the end, despite being annoyed with the Phantom in the beginning, i truly felt for him by the curtain's last drop. andrew lloyd webber sure knows what he's doing. i'd say, of all the live shows i've seen thus far in life, Phantom of the Opera ranked #1, though admittedly, my favorite musical is still Grease.
so here i sit, my last night in boston. i had planned on going to a BBQ at a friends house, but they called while i was watching the show, and so i missed getting a ride. as for my other school friends, they have already jetted away to home. lucky ducks... i'll be home tomorrow morn though, just in time for maroon 5. yep, 3rd in a series.
hmm... any profound and deep thoughts for this, my last blog in boston, until august? only one, really. i HATE packing. good night kids. see you on sunday, or at the end of august, depends on who you are i guess. peace and joy always. ^^