another month... more stories.

i'm adapting to life as a working adult in boston, mass. it's been weird. but already, mostly comfortable. i'm used to my 3 roomates who crack me up with their tales of drunken accidents and the horrors of being a 13 year old boy. i have all my stuff thrown around my spacious room in my little yellow frat house. i have trainspotting in my vcr and napoleon d sitting in my dvd player. my dearest bc seniors, jen and diane, are only a few miles down the road.

with a solid crew of bc grads and other cool analysts at the office, i'm rarely bored or lacking in a snack buddy. my boss is so laid back and cool. and today he confessed he worked one night as a green day roadie back in college. my hard ass boss who most other people are scared of happens to like me and always give awesome feedback.

i have season fball tix to bc. so thats 6 fun saturdays i have in order. the first game was this past weekend. i went w/ kel and beav. we weren't drunk but we were into it. we stayed til the end and cheered even as bc had completely stomped army for 47 points. good times.

there is also this boy. that i've been talking to. i totally think he's the coolest kid and like talking to him. but i'm not sure whats next. i dont know if its because i want something more, in general. or he is sending signals that he wants something more. i cant figure out where we are. are we just friends? do i want to be just friends? does he? i dont know. and he's far away and that's part of the problem. i think i just need to be in the same room as this guy for a bit and then i can figure out what is going on. if only we could get into the same room. sometime soon. i know we'd have fun either way. cos hes a cool kid. and obviously, 2 cool kids have lots of fun when they're together. i'm attracted to his personality and to his wit. physically, eh, he's not what i'm usually into. so just personality but not physical. that means just friends right? i dont know.

it's weird because with other people there is like an instant physical. and i definitely have a type. skinny. tattooed and pierced and plugged. a little bit arty, a little bit snobby. someone more focused on their passion rather than their bank account. someone who would pick a thrift store tee and beat up sneaks over a polo and flips. that's the kind of guy i see and am like, omigod, i want you.

like my newest crush- a cute boy with half inch plugs in each ear, a platinum and black fauxhawk, the bluest eyes, and secret tattoos he only told me about but didnt show me- who works at the h&m downtown. we chatted as he rang me up on sunday afternoon while diane made googly eyes at me from just a few feet away. he's a kid that i can say, oh yeah, i'd totally hook up with him- who care's if he actually does go to berklee or has bigger dreams post-h&m. it's a completely superficial physical attraction to a certain type. i thought i was over it. apparently not. i'm still a punk addict who love boys that make my parents cringe.

i figured that being surrounded by young men in pressed khakis and oxfords every day would make them grown on me. and seeing some at the bar in their more casual pressed oxfords, sleeves folded up, worn untucked over $200 jeans and flip flops did make me think, 'aww, he's cute'. i'll talk to him and see whats up. he buys me a good local beer and we chat and he's cool and even cute and it's good and i think oh, what a nice boy. but if i see a kid lurking in the corner with headphones wrapped around his neck wearing dirty chucks- ithink, oh man- 'how can i get to know him!' even if he never even looks in my direction. so sick. i am.

i need to find a boy who wears oxfords to work and vans to the bar. the bar w/ a live rock band and not a juke box playing classic rock. let me know if you find one. and give him my number.

or point him to my little yellow house. my roomates are always looking for new buddies to hang out with as well.