There are places I remember all my life

This will be long, but I feel as though that’s been the theme of this whole blog. I’m aware that it has been over a month since I’ve updated, and that’s for two reasons: 1) I’ve been extremely busy with filling my plate with things to do & 2) My laptop has been out of service due to a virus of some sort. Anyways, I guess I will update as much as I can in now since I have the time. I’ll sum of the rest of February (in a very long run on sentence), then move onto March. February consisted of: Cate coming to visit, working every weekend for the theater, looking at lots of apartments, soccer, dance, midterm papers, seeing Marco’s play, and busting my ass at the gym. I saw Endgame which was torture (Beckett is pretty depressing). March is pretty much over, and I feel like I haven’t really accomplished anything this month. Spring break was a week of doing absolutely nothing, which I would realize a week later was a horrible idea because now I’m backed up with school work. Matt and I went to VT for a few days, which was fun. We were close to Canada and far from society. We ended up getting a night free, which was pretty nice. I am now casted for The Vagina Monologues, which is in April (that should be interesting). I got an apartment with three of my friends for September, and I’m very excited or that (although grandma does not want me to leave). Today I had orientation all day for becoming a Big Sister. I’ve been applying to jobs daily, but have yet to receive any responses! April is pretty much here, which means school is pretty much over! Come September, I will be entering my senior year of college…WOW! Since the end of February, I have stopped taking one of my diabetes medicines, and hope to completely be able to stop taking any meds. I am getting labs done this week, so my fingers are crossed. I really don’t have much more to write, but that’s only because it’s been so long. I find myself leaving at 9am and not returning home until 9pm, which I really hate. I’m going to stop writing because my thoughts are pretty empty right now.




Franklin Park Zoo-Summer 08

On the way to the Blue Grotto, I asked the driver if I could take over...

I have been neglecting this blog because of the overwhelming amount of school work. Luckily enough, I have a few hours tonight before dance class to update. I would first like to write about how I thought about censoring myself. I thought about editing my thoughts and ideas, and then I couldn’t think of any good reason to do so. So, I will do no such thing; I will write it as it is. What I’m saying basically is…read at your own risk.

I guess I will go all the way back to last week, which seems like months ago. The beginning of the week was pretty uneventful. On Wednesday night I feared for my life because of a crazed man sitting across from me on the T. I couldn’t tell if he was mentally ill or just drunk…I soon realized he was drunk when he offered the man next to me a drink, and pulled out a bottle of vodka and started drinking it. The man was on the train from Government Center all the way to the Airport, which is when the police escorted the gentleman out. The reason why I feared for my life was because I couldn’t help but laugh at him. I had to cover my face with my gloves so he couldn’t see me. If it weren’t for those gloves, I’m positive I would’ve been shanked right there and then.

On Thursday, Dee picked me up at Oakgrove and we went for Thai. After dinner we went to go visit Teen, which was great. Teen is doing well, which makes me happy. We got home late that night, which is when Dr. D diagnosed me with a sinus infection; Grandma thinks it is because I go outside when my hair is wet. I explained to Dee that I haven’t done that in months (my hair is short enough that it dries in 15 minutes). I’ve been sick for a few weeks, and it’s just now that I am feeling better. I honestly don’t know what I would do without my personal doctor. Friday was pretty uneventful; I worked the whole day, bought too many groceries for me to carry, and called it a night. I worked Saturday, and Matt came to visit from Providence. Once I was done with work, the two of us went home to find Grandma MIA. I tried to nap since I knew the night would be a late one (I was unsuccessful). Once Matt and I were ready for the night, Uncle Mike and Auntie Di brought Doro home safe and sound. Apparently they went to go see Milk. Now I must say I’m pretty impressed with how Grandma is expanding her openness to the gay community. I’m not attacking grandma, but I know how old people are in their views of anyone who is different. I don’t blame these elderly people; I blame the ignorance of society. Nevertheless, I think Grandma could be the spokes person for GLTB community (I think it’s partly because of Matt, and because of the lifetime movie Tears for Bobby). Anyways, Matt and I left for Faneuil Hall. Half way there I got a text from Paul with change of plans; Paul gave us the name of the bar, with no directions or address. Luckily enough after walking around like fools, we found the bar. The bouncer checked our ID’s and thought we were each other; the bouncer thought Matt’s ID was mine, and mine ID was Matt’s. After laughing about it and telling him it’s not the fist time it happened, we proceeded to enter the bar. After we were held in one part of the bar, we were then allowed to enter the other part (while waiting, I talked with another bouncer about his job is like cattle herding. He agreed, and added babysitting as the job description). Well, we went into the other part of the bar and found the birthday boy and the rest of the crew. I wasn’t surprised to find my brother plastered; he would later be sorry for drinking that much! The bar was packed, and it seemed as though we weren’t there for that long. Matt and I left the bar in search of food; we found some sausage stand that sold overly priced, greasy, shitty food; we both inhaled it. Leaving the bar was quite a production. After Matt and I got food, we went back to the bar to find Anthony doing the moonwalk for the bouncer, and Timmy sitting outside the bar throwing up (he was sitting in front of a glass wall, so I’m sure everyone was watching was amused). I ended up having to go back into the bar to retrieve Anthony’s friends, which was a production in itself. Matt and I didn’t plan on going back to Milford, but we did! We went back to grandmas to grab out stuff, and then headed out for the hour ride home. Well, what an hour that was! We weren’t even out of the city when Anthony decided he couldn’t take it any longer; he threw up all over himself and the car. Of course, Andrea pulled over and demanded him to get out of the car. Like a good sister she is, she wiped out as much vomit as she could, and sat him right back down next to Matt, in his vomit stained jeans. What a fun ride! We got back to Milford around 330am and to bed we all went!

Sunday morning I woke up early and waited for the rest of the crew to wake up; we reminisced about the night and went out separate ways. Matt and I went to the Parklands because it was warm enough to take a walk, and then to Dunkin. We then went back to the house where we were both put to work for the Petunie (my mom’s spelling) party. Matt and I prepped, while Anthony and his friends sat around on the couch, hung over. Almost everyone came to the party, which was good to see the family again. This blog was the talk of the party, which I can only laugh about; everyone is just feeding my ever growing ego. I’m trying to remember anything eventful that happened at the party, but I just keep recalling the blog. One thing with the DeMatteos is, things will get repeated until forever. I mean, the thing that pops into my head is when Janelle got drunk at Christmas…three years ago maybe? Well, I’m certain that every Christmas from now on will include that story, and our grandkids will hear it, and our great grandkids, etc. Even so, the party was a success. We got back to Eastie at a decent hour and I did some homework and got ready for the upcoming week.

Today I met with the coordinator who does social work field placements. In a few weeks or so, I will know what I will be doing next year (which is 400 hours of field work). The rest of the day consisted of me catching up on reading and trying to find another job. The job hunt is still unsuccessful, although a woman called me today to set up an interview for occasional babysitting. I’m actually so desperate for money that next week I am going to be in a study for diabetes at Beth Israel Medical Center (we will see how that works out when the time comes). I have two hours until dance, so I’m going to grab some dinner and read some more about social welfare and the problems of the world. If you are still reading, I applaud you; I know this is long!


Until next time.

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you

My week consisted of (in no particular order):

Not sleeping in. Going to class. Taking a modern dance class by myself, as well as two hip hop classes (I'm not as good as I thought I was). Sleeping over at Kelly's two nights in a row. Picking up trash on the T. Giving my apple core to the Canadian Geese that are taking over the park. Helped a homeless man get up because he obviously was having trouble. Avoided doing homework. Went to the gym. Watched Scary Movie II and laughed about it. Had a few drinks. Had an expensive (but yummy) Italian dinner. Went to a couple bars. Hurt my feet from wearing heals. Saw The Cherry Orchard at the Nora Theater in Cambridge, which I enjoyed. Saw Seussical, which I loved. Lied to my boss so I could get 20 minutes of extra sleep time. Worked in the theater. Danced. Looked up at the sky a few times. Wore shoes in the shower. Spent too much money for my own entertainment. Applied to a few other jobs. Realized my school email didn't send any emails that I wrote in the past few days. Felt healthy. Thought of stories of the times in Italy. Thought about leaving the country. Told my backpacking story to a friend. Made a few strangers smile. Had a construction worker help me open my wrist let. Conquered the art of walking on sheets of ice. Got out of bed without being tired. Was happy with all my blood sugars. Got to cut the line at the bar. Worked on my resume. Cried because I was overjoyed. Laughed.

I'm listening to Alanis Morissette on channel 525. It is Ironic. Actually, many things have been ironic this week. goodnight.

Molto Felice

So I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible to sleep in. Almost every morning Auntie Darice comes down screaming. I always wake up and ask myself what could she possibly be screaming about? Morning after morning the screaming continues. I do not understand why people think that raising their voice will get their point across any clearer. Can anyone explain this to me? Besides the screaming, Uncle Dana also decided to come in and forget about the other people sleeping. He was shocked to find Grandma still in bed at 730am. Again, I don't understand. When I am that age, I will sleep in every day. Grandma isn't one of those old ladies that goes to bed at 9pm; she goes to bed after me! Luckily I was able to fall back to sleep for another hour until my body would not take it any more and forced myself up. I got all my things ready for the day, and then made brunch for me and grandma. Off to school I went and the day was as usual. After my classes, I had dinner with Kelly & Kelly and then we went to the gym. Kelly and I took took a walk through the park last night, which was beautiful. We both saw a man staggering through the park and booked it for our lives. We went to the building at school where security is and sat there waiting to see where this man would go. Well, it turns out the whole time it was just some kid visiting someone at school who probably got off the T and walked through the park. He clearly knew we were running from him, which Kelly and I both felt bad about afterward, whoops. After finishing our walk, we headed back to Kelly's and that is where I spent the night. This morning I woke up and did a whole lot of nothing. I had lunch with both Kellys again and now I'm in Kelly's room and she is at work until late tonight. I looked for more jobs with no success today. I'm beginning to believe that nobody is hiring and we are all going to be living poor the next few months, if not year. I'm waiting for time to pass because I have my first dance class at Emmanuel tonight. I won't say much about that now since I don't know anything about it, stay tuned. I feel as though this week is already over, although it has just begun. I hear we are getting a snow storm tomorrow, that should be fun. I'm really on top of my homework, which always feels good. I'm going to stop writing here before this just becomes a bunch of random thoughts. I should probably go stretch anyways!




I MISS THIS SO MUCH

And so it begins

So, I’ve entered the world of blogs. I plan on writing at least weekly, if not daily (although that may be asking too much). It is Sunday night and I am preparing for the upcoming week. Today I slept in and then watched a Pro Life rally. For all of you who don’t know, I am a strong believer of Pro Choice. I could only take so long of the speakers preaching about the sin of killing until I had to shut it off. I got up and surfed the Internet for a much needed job. After failing to see anything that caught my eye, I worked on my resume (I should have probably done the resume first). I ended up applying to a few babysitting jobs, but that was about it. I then worked on some homework and procrastinated some more. I cleaned my room, did some laundry, and made dinner. I guess my biggest accomplishment today was getting grandma to eat re fried beans. She says she doesn’t like Mexican, but I don’t believe her. She ate those rice and beans! I don’t have much more to say, but I’m about ready to relax for the night. Luckily enough, I don’t have class until the afternoon tomorrow so I can sleep in again! I guess this was a pretty lame first entry, but yet again, today was pretty lame too. I’m sure this upcoming week will give me lots to write about...