"do you think the freedom trail will lead us to soft serve?"

As another Monday began this very fine morning, Vicky and I found ourselves looking for something to do that got us out of the apartment and about the city. We contemplaited the aquarium and then the Museum of Science but when it came down to it neither of us were looking to spend $22 dollars to walk around a museum when we could go to the ICA or the MFA for free. However, we'd both been to the two museums recently and wanted to do something else maybe not art related for once. So, at my half joking suggestion we decided to visit Mr. Paul Rever's home in the North End and go about the day like a tourist.

First, we wandered around a bit

Eventually, we got to Paul Revere's house for a little tour

Vicky, unimpressed, was glad it only cost $3. "We only got to see like, what, four rooms!" 

I agreed, but it was still kind of interesting.

After we took some more pictures and wandered out of the court yard, we followed the Freedom Trail and made out way to Old North Church (and stopped to check out the menu of this adorable restaurant)

After poking around the church and church grounds, a tour guide in front of the church told us about a tour running that would take us to see the bell tower and the crypts under the church. We were sold after "tour of the crypts". 

 After seeing the basement full of some very old bodies and learning quite a bit about the history of the church, we found the soft serve that Vicky had been craving for quite some time. We agreed that there weren't enough sprinkled but good none the less.

 

Toward the end of the day we wandered over to AQ and the greenway.

But to end our day, we'll, we just had to treat ourselves to corn dogs.

America!

the 4th of july

Like most Americans, my friends and I ventured out yesterday evening to seek out the perfect spot to see fireworks. For us, that meant jumping on the T and making our way downtown to government center. From there, we walked and stood along the Longfellow bridge that crossed the Charles River for a quite nice view of the Boston firework show. We chanted and yelled with the crowd, made friends with the people next to us and eventually got drenched by a downpour half way through the show. Despite the rain we stuck it out and ran about the city only to land at a friends house and celebrate some more. This was definitely one of my favorite 4th of July's.

sorry

I should stop complaining because what I think make me miserable, in the grand scheme of things, are small and insignificant.

I have my heath, I am surrounded by friends basically 24/7, I live in a great city, I have a job, I have a roof over my head, and I have a boyfriend who loves me. Not much to complain about right?

So I'm here to enjoy the rest of my summer. And step one starts today on one of my very lovely days off of work. I just have to figure out what to do first...

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30 days

have september
april,
June,
and november

all the rest
have 31
and yet June
has felt
so fucking
long.

i'm not havin' it

Phrase Of The Week: "not havin it"

meaning: to be frustrated, not easy going, pissed off

used in a sentence: "This week I'm not fucking havin' it"

cape cod

The two days that I was on Cape Cod felt like a week. It was beautiful. The weather was perfect, I got to see one of my best friends, I enjoyed nature and had a delicious lobster roll on my last night. Hopefully my schedule will work out next year so that I can go again and hopefully enjoy it a bit longer. But in the meantime, here are some visuals from my little stay in Orleans.

future sick

Now that I'm officially half way through my college career I've been thinking a lot about my future. Of course I'm not sure about where I'll end up or how I even think things will pan out, but I think I am getting closer to envisioning a long term goal.

As a fashion design major, a train of thought can go something like this: get internship, hope that they take you on as an employee after you graduate, move to NYC and stay there. Now, I'm not knocking people who want to do that. For a long time that's certainly where my head was. I figured I'd work under some designer/design house and either make my way up or save my money and put out my own line with fingers crossed. However, the more I think about it the less I want to live in NYC....like not at all. So, I'm thinking I'd like to stay where I am or possibly go west. Who knows. What i do know though, is that I want to have my own store.

I think about it a lot. I imagine my storefront, my logo, what the inside would be like, what brands I would carry, the people who would work for me...things like that. I figured I would open a shop and hopefully get the money to start a private label of my own design that I can sell through the store and just work my way up from there. And it's kind of funny because I've always imagined my friends working for me and being useful for one creative outlet or another. Sounds like a dream, sounds fun.

But wait, what about my high school dreams of becoming a famous designer with runway shows, celebrity clientele and adds in Vogue? Well, the thought is still there. So maybe I really don't know what route I want to take. I just want to be successful and for me success would equal having a clothing line to call my own.

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