Gucci Homeless

Homeless people in Boston are very well dressed. Compared to the homeless people I encountered outside Toys-R-Us in Chico, Bostonian transients are the Kennedy's. Seriously. They look just like me and you, just with signs and jimgling money cups. Even their signs are better. Everything is spelled right and instead of being on rain saturated cardboard, they are on real posterboard. The kind elementary school kids do their projects on. It confuses me. And takes away my normal tendency to give them money. If they can afford to look that good, why should I spare my change? I'd rather send it back to the ratty looking homeless in Cali.

On another random Boston note, there are Canadian geese in the street that I take to get home. Which is more like a highway than a street. It's a major street. And there's geese on it who aren't even from this country. So I have to slow to like twenty while they waddle in front of me and mock me because they know I am already five minutes late. Damn Canooks.

I rode the T three times this past week. Actually four. I forgot about last night. It renewed my faith in the need for deodorant. And manners.

I drank way to much last night. Which in Toni Terms is two drinks. But we went to this great bar that has dueling piano players who play all kinds of songs on the piano. It was amazing. A must see. I loved it so much I stayed in bed till 3:30 pm dreaming about it. Or sleeping off a hangover, depending on your perspective.

Leaves of Change

Driving down the road today I saw yellow leaves....and that's not their usual color. Which could mean one of two things-either someone went with a highlighter and attacked them in the middle of the night or Fall is coming!!!! Minus the fact that I will certainly acquire frostbite this year I am excited for the fall and winter here. I can't wait to not worry about my hair because it will be under a cute beanie with a matching cute scarf. P.S. Please send me cute beanies with matching scarves.

Classes are exciting. Not really. But I am excited to be doing something that I love so much. I met with a professor the other day about this awesome program that I wanna do. It made me jazzed to be a journalist. How's that alliteration? I'm a jazzy journalist. Hehe.

The Broncos won in overtime. Rock on Plummer. Now go get a haricut.

The Wheels On The Bus

I survived my first two days of grad school. That sentence pretty much sums up my life. Classes seem like they will be interesting-maybe a little rudimentary but fun. After all, this is supposed to be what I'm doing with the rest of my life.

I came to the realization yesterday that I am going to a real school. Like one where everyone did their undergrad at Cornell, USC, Georgetown, and the like. I come from Chico State. Woot Woot. Home of the frat boy killers and amateur porn stars.

Dar and I spent three hours today looking for folders. We came up empty handed and overwhelmed by the amount of crazy soccer moms buying school supplies for their spoiled rotten children.

I have to go read the news now-and not about Suri's debut in Vanity Fair. Gosh-the pains of being an adult.

Parking Lot Whore

So it's been awhile. But life has taken a toll on my ability to sit and function enough to write a coherent thought.

Barnes and Noble has been fun. I got promoted. Yes, since starting two weeks ago I have now moved up to the position of supervisor. You got me. Apparently I know my dorm supplies.

I am in love with Uno's. And half price appetizers. Muchos Nachos make Toni Mucho Happy.

I flirted my way into a parking lot today. So much so that they let me park there without a permit AND without paying.

In summary life is good. I got a three dollar raise within two weeks of living here and have saved money by making nice with parking attendents. And people think Bostonians are rude. Pashaw.