congratulations on the mess you made of things

It's nearly 6am and I am in Boston. I spent the day here yesterday, though it was an odd one. Walked around the Harvard and MIT campuses, saw a movie, chased train tracks. I barely slept. It was warm enough for me to forego the sleeping bag, but I never could find a comfortable position. This is something I must somehow remedy, and sooner rather than later. I think I'm a bit hungry.

People here make me feel dumb for using the Courier font and for knowing very little about AIDS in sub-saharan African. At least I don't wear purple dress shirts with navy blue ties. Fucker.

I'm debating whether to recline it out until the sun rises or simply hit the road right now. Boston is nice but I feel like I should keep going. Why is that? What is it that's dragging me along? What am I chasing? What do I expect/hope to find?

I did find a cheap pair of checkered Airwalk slip-ons at Payless here yesterday, but I didn't get them. Maybe I should wait til the store opens and go buy them. These Eras are falling apart. I should also invest in some wool socks.

Things I learnt today/yesterday:

- F1 grade car wax makes my car look shiny again

- everybody in this city is smarter than I am

- everybody in this city has more ambition, drive and potential than i will ever have

- rachel getting married is a really good movie

- in my memories, cities are sparsely populated, the roads are devoid of cars/traffic and every street is a narrow one

- i have very little will to purchase things when i can't immediately use them

word of the day: 

ah fuck it, my battery is nearly dead.. no time for word of the day.

peace.

she drinks her salty dog, talking about the sound of the waves.

It's 10pm or so and I'm typing up a blog entry from a rest area parking lot somewhere in Vermont. The last few days (and more specifically, the last few hours) have been interesting, emotional, horrifying, exciting and most certainly complex. Byzantine even. Whatever. 

So I guess I left home yesterday afternoon at some point, but that's only a half-truth. The first leg of my adventure (one that will hopefully be millipede-esque) took me to Montreal, so in all fairness I didn't really leave 'home' until this evening. I saw a few friends that I hadn't seen in a while (which was very nice) and tried to hang on for dear life to any sort of familiarity I could get my hands on. The disconnect happened the moment I parted ways with a really good friend of mine some time this afternoon. It was the oddest thing to be fully aware that that was the last direct contact with familiarity I would have for (at the very least) the next month. 

Argh. My mind is a scramble. There are so many ideas buzzing in my head right now that I can't make sense of any of them. One thing is certain, I haven't felt this way in a while. Maybe ever.

It's funny that the border guard chose to criticize my lack of any tangible assets. Apparently, given my story, the dude was suspicious that I might be simply fleeing Canada and heading South, never to return. So he tried to have me list items/things/relationships that I might have back home that would, you know, tie me to the place and therefore prove that I was planning on heading back..

"So do you own or rent housing?"

"Well, my permanent address is at home with my parents.. and right now, I live in my grandparents' basement."

"Where do you work?"

"Umm. I don't have a job right now, I quit a few days ago."

"Are you in school?"

"Well not right now, I graduated over the summer."

"Girlfriend or significant other back home?"

"Nah."

"Is this car yours?"

"Well, technically it is.. but my mom has the ownership."

"I see. You know 'guy', you really need to get some assets."

Shucks, thanks buddy. As if I didn't already feel inadequate 90% of the time.

Bed time? Bed time.

Word of the Day: Byzantine

Notes: 

- bridges freeze before roads apparently. duh.

- cars and roman candles

- my mind is like a sieve. let's work on that.