beth and katie go to "baaaawston."
Due to a certain complaint left on my aim account, I have decided that the lack of “bloggin it like its hot” has reached an all time high.
And so, without further adieu…. Boston.
I might add that I’m watching Pretty Woman with Kelly and Ashley right now. And my room is wonderfully wonderful. Perfectly fitting for large movie nights during the winter… but that was just an aside.
I ventured out to Camp Curry last night. Miss Kathryn Scott is a resident director now approximately 1 hour and 39 minutes away…And here at Uconn we miss her sooooo. Anyways, we went into the city on the red T and it was great.
Nathaniel Hawthorn was begging to be read allllll day. Boston. Autumn. Leaves falling. Complete sleepy-hollowness. And a red line that goes through the city called the “freedom trail”
you know..
the famous ride of Paul Revere, even though I’m pretty sure he wasn’t the only one that actually rode that night. So get this.
This brick/red-painted line marks this ride right… and it follows the roads perfectly. I just thought it was super cool that Paul so conveniently crossed the roads at the legal cross walks. No J walking tickets for him, that’s for sure.
Somebody should bring me back there soon and pay for me to get into the museums. I love history cuz im a big stinkin dork and I wish I could go back in time. Colonial New England is something of current interest.
We sat in Fanuel hall (or thanuel hall, however you say it….. it was free to go there) and I wished I could be there 200 years ago as I sat and looked at George W the first… and what is that that he’s standing next to
We walked through cemeteries bc I have some sick affinity towards them.
I tried to be an artistic photographer and liked my pictures regardless of how unartistic they were.
We went in a untiarian church,… first ever in America… and felt sorry for them because the lady told us that Unitarians believe you can get to God however youd like…
I disagreed…. A lot.
But the church was nice. And historically beautiful.
And then we left and I thought that Id like to marry a boy that lives in this place and cant pronounce his R’s.
O boston. I love you.
And now back to UCONN.. coffee with JB and ryan. Spooning with annie. (as I did last night with Katie, or so she claimed) and out to sgt. Pep’s just now with a. merten himself. Time for sleep, churchin in a few hours. Bye ciao.
And so, without further adieu…. Boston.
I might add that I’m watching Pretty Woman with Kelly and Ashley right now. And my room is wonderfully wonderful. Perfectly fitting for large movie nights during the winter… but that was just an aside.
I ventured out to Camp Curry last night. Miss Kathryn Scott is a resident director now approximately 1 hour and 39 minutes away…And here at Uconn we miss her sooooo. Anyways, we went into the city on the red T and it was great.
Nathaniel Hawthorn was begging to be read allllll day. Boston. Autumn. Leaves falling. Complete sleepy-hollowness. And a red line that goes through the city called the “freedom trail”
you know..
the famous ride of Paul Revere, even though I’m pretty sure he wasn’t the only one that actually rode that night. So get this.
This brick/red-painted line marks this ride right… and it follows the roads perfectly. I just thought it was super cool that Paul so conveniently crossed the roads at the legal cross walks. No J walking tickets for him, that’s for sure.
Somebody should bring me back there soon and pay for me to get into the museums. I love history cuz im a big stinkin dork and I wish I could go back in time. Colonial New England is something of current interest.
We sat in Fanuel hall (or thanuel hall, however you say it….. it was free to go there) and I wished I could be there 200 years ago as I sat and looked at George W the first… and what is that that he’s standing next to
We walked through cemeteries bc I have some sick affinity towards them.
I tried to be an artistic photographer and liked my pictures regardless of how unartistic they were.
We went in a untiarian church,… first ever in America… and felt sorry for them because the lady told us that Unitarians believe you can get to God however youd like…
I disagreed…. A lot.
But the church was nice. And historically beautiful.
And then we left and I thought that Id like to marry a boy that lives in this place and cant pronounce his R’s.
O boston. I love you.
And now back to UCONN.. coffee with JB and ryan. Spooning with annie. (as I did last night with Katie, or so she claimed) and out to sgt. Pep’s just now with a. merten himself. Time for sleep, churchin in a few hours. Bye ciao.
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