so it's been about 29 years since i last wrote in this bad larry and i dobut anybody except poor bored bridget at her internship in fucking brussels even bothers checking to see if i've updated anymore.

just got back from a week in the land of lincoln. did anyone know that chicago has a goddamn ferris wheel? and miles of beaches? not too shabby... and there's an urban outfitters, which martin made a special effort to show me, so i can undoubtedly at least make a stab at living there....

but now is the time to start focusing on next year, my last fucking year of college, living in an amazing house in allston, actually getting my ass in gear and getting an internship, doing cpla stuff, avoiding the scene. very exciting.

it's weird cos i dont want the summer to end though. this is the last westford summer, the last time we'll all be here, doing nothing together. it's so fucked up. i feel like i havent seen anyone or done anything this summer but i've been so fucking busy. if i'm being a bad friend, tell me.

i've also become obsessed with mozzarella sticks, which has done nothing to help my ever expanding waistline. boo.

what i've been listening to

"the soft bulletin"- the flaming lips

"being there"- wilco

"hail to the thief"- radiohead