So this weekend was...interesting.

On Friday I get a call from my Aunt that she had to call of the weekend. Why you ask? Well, her and my Uncle decided to fly to London for the weekend...lucky bastards.

So Dan and I go the Cape, instead. First we stopped off at this kid's, Ryan, dorm at Wentworth Institute of Technology. Now, for those of you who don't know, this school is on Huntington Avenue in Bahstun. Getting there, was, well, challenging, but when we got to the Ave of the Arts, it was smooth sailing.

We spent the night there, and, I won't lie, I had the worst time I have ever had in my life. I go to meet this Ryan, and he seems like a pretty cool kid. From what I met of him, I guess he is an only child becuase he just...he was that way. I met some other college kids and it was a pretty cool experience. It was, however, odd. We were locked in the dormitories, and were unable to leave. We watched some movies, most of which I didn't like :-/ (Most of which, Ryan liked...making me feel even more out of it.) . I felt out of place as Ryan and Dan were cuddling on one couch, and I, unable to leave, was on a chair. Three is a crowd, and I felt bad that I was having a good time becuase they were having a great time. I didn't want to wander away and get lost, so I was stuck. We finally stopped watching movies and then hung out with some other kids from the dorm, and went to bed around 2. I had one the best nights of sleep...I think those couch cushions were posturpedic or something. And some of the softest blankets I have ever felt.

Making me feel out of place even more, Dan and Ryan were sleeping in the same bed in the other room :-/. I was in a strange room, alone, surrounded by people I don't know, in a town I'm not intimately familiar with, laying awake. It was grand. Then, around five, this group of kids walked in and insisted I was some kid named Paul. Lol. Odd indeed.

Anyways, the next morning, we continued on our way to the Cape and made it there around lunch time. Grandma took us out to lunch at this delightful little restaurant called The British Beer Company. I LOVED IT. We were greeted by this little old lady with a british accent, and it was all decorated in typical conservative british style. Dan and I took some coasters :-)

Then we went to the Kennedy Compound after getting lost three or four times. The parts that we could see were magnificent. After we dropped Grandma off, we went to PTown and walked around.

On the way back...Dan broke my laptop. Dan. Broke. My Laptop. Broke it. I wanted to kill him and I gave him the silent treatment all the way back to the house. I probably overreacted, and I just want to let him know that I am sorry. Dan: You mean more to me than the stupid computer. I think I'll just have to put in for a new one for Christmas. C'est la vie.

The next morning we rushed home so that Dan could attend this church thing he had to go to. I don't understand how he embrace the religion that not only considers him an abomination becuase of his sexual preference, but also prescribes death to remedy his situation. How nice. And that children, is why I am an athiest.

Those of you who have driven on the highway with me, know that I warp into a different person. I become an aggressive, efficient and masterful driver. I'm humble too :-) Anyways, I am one of the elite who know how to properly drive, and how to speed without getting a ticket. (I even had Mom's car Andy. Its skill, not the plate.) Dan is one of the people that you get stuck behind. He drives slow. In the left lane. Doesn't move over. Gets offended when people pass him on the right becuase he is going so slow. Is more concerned with getting in between two nice cars, than fucking driving. In short, Dan is one of the people that I scream at, and push out of the left lane. Dan, you have earned your Jesus fish, and your Garfield window cling.

Well, that's all for now. TTFN.

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