Well, it's been a while and I continue to break the promise I made to myself everyday. Someday I will blog regularly... someday. It's not for you, the reader... It's more for me, the writer. It offers a moment to reflect on the day: your thoughts, dreams, mistakes and happy moments. It's pleasant, and it's cheaper than a counselor.

Anyway. I have not updated the masses. I moved to Quincy. Well, Lets start at the beginning.

I moved to the cape! Yay? No, I hate the cape. You see... it's sandy. It's hot. It's muggy. There is fucking traffic everywhere you go at any time of day, and roads that aren't clogged with traffic are filled with elderly out-of-towners enjoying tag sales and driving at the speed limit. I don't like beach... never have. That's not to say that I hate it, because I don't. I would just rather go to a movie than to a beach. I burn. I'm Irish. I don't do sand. Sand gets into places more than other people do, and I don't like that.

I would have to say that besides the sunburning... I hate the sand that gets stuck to your feet, and ends up in the car. Or, just grinding against your skin as your walking to the car. This sand is mysterious and all powerful... it sucks that the ocean is on the other side of the sand pit than the parking lot. There is no way to avoid this... It's horrible. This is the one part of the beach that keeps me from going back. I don't mind sand sticking to my feet when I'm chilling on the beach. No, not at all... not a problem in the world. But, when you're ready to leave the beach, but the beach is clinging to you for dear life; like a child trying to get a parent to stick around, it's time for the beach to die.

Well, I stayed at the cape for all of two nights, before I got a call from Julie. I don't know if I've blogged about her before, but she is new landlord. I responded to a posting on Craigslist a while back, and we'd been in phone contact. I had made plans based on this contact, but then she vanished. Off of the face of the planet. Turns out, she had been in New Hampshire. Same thing...

So, anyway, that all worked out in the end, and I live in Quincy. So, that's move number two. I have all of my stuff here, and I'm still processing it.

I got rid of my car. Almost cried as I was cleaning her out. I honestly don't know if I'll ever see it again, but she's in Gram's hands now. I'll miss her. And the freedom that she represented.

The T is going by. I can hear it whenever it does. It's not as obnoxious as one would think... but it reminds me that I have to get my pass. Eighty cunting dollars a month. Robbing bastards.

Still cheaper than a car, though.

Let me explain a wee bit about the house. Well, it's a 6,000 square foot Victorian mansion, that was split into two identical sides. My side is the more modern of the two. It's got some crazy art-deco furniture things going on, and there is a huge amount of common area. I have a TV in my room, so short of cooking and laundry, I have no reason to be out in the common area... Sometimes the human contact is good.

My room is on the third floor. Well... let's go to the floor plan. The basement is common area, used for landlord's storage with a common laundry area. The first floor is all open common area, inclusive of the kitchen, living room, fireplace room, foyer, pantry, and dining nook. There is a split staircase leading to the second floor. This includes four bedrooms, and a bathroom. Adam, Rob, Kara and Darlee all live on this floor. Then, up another level are two more bedrooms and a bathroom. My room is red. Very red. I like it though.

Anywho. I did my first load of laundry. EVER. It was an adventure. Actually, it wasn't anything. It was quite possibly the most common sensical thing I've ever encountered. I'd bet my whites are finishing as I'm typing this...

Work is work. That's all I'm going to say about that. It's a way to make money. I'm not in love with it, but I don't hate it.

It's kinda boring here. I don't know anyone. I don't know where the fun is. It'll improve when I get to school. I'll get to know some people.

I'll update as the world turns.

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