Specious Lesbo and the Seahorse She Rode In On...

I haven't felt much like writing or talking lately, or rather, my brain hasn't felt much like paying attention to anything for more than five minutes lately...I hate that.

For the majority of my conscious life, I've felt like I've unwillingly dragged my brain around like a small child on a humiliating leash...mom needs to go buy the new designer shower curtains at Crate and Barrel...child kicks...shrieks...arms-a-flailing..."NoooOOOooooo! I don't wannnnna goooo!!!" That's ok though. I found that beer usually alleviates my brain's condition...I don't know why my mom didn't come up with that solution when I was little...

So...anyway. I had a pretty good week last week. I didn't leave town and I hung out with my family...both my aunt and uncle took the week off of work in preparation for my cousin's wedding that took place on Saturday. I went sailing (and, yes, I made sure to mentally sing the Christopher Cross song the whole time). Hung out...got a pedicure...which was quite an unpleasant experience. Sure, my toes are pretty now, but this woman banged on my shins trying to pull of some sort of "massage" façade...about all this did was conjure up the spirits to all my past injures...most notably, the massive shin injure I received back in April when I was very painfully kicked by a roller skate. Ouch. And, apparently, still ouch. I think I might have fracture something that I chose to ignore...oh well. I think I'll just have to continue to ignore it.

The wedding was awesome. I don't feel like going into too much detail now (reference the first paragraph)..but it was outdoors in Rhode Island and it was the most beautiful wedding I've ever seen. Oh yeah....and they had the limbo, a conga line, and a DJ who played Neil Diamond AND the Postal Service. I was drunk enough to do the limbo, but the conga line is where I put my foot down. I found myself hanging out with my 60 year old aunt and uncle more than my 22 year old cousin and his friends. I tried. I keep going over to his click with my beer and trying to join their conversation. I'm hip! I can talk about the Simpsons and music! In fact, I'd LIKE to talk about these things...but, for some reason, it just wasn't working...it took about 10 minutes for me to be back at the table and talking with my uncle about American culture and politics.

I got home at 10:45 and it felt like 2 a.m....I was online and trying to figure out where I wanted to go explore the next time I had a chance. I kept hearing about how the north shore of Boston is really nice, so I thought I'd try to go there.

It's been really annoying trying to go places around here as a "budget traveler" because NOTHING is cheap. There are no hotels to stay at anywhere for less then $150 a night. But, I'm pretty dead-set on doing what I want to do despite money, so I decided (drunkenly, mind you) to take matters into my own hands. I posted an ad on the Craigslist Boston site explaining where I wanted to go and what I was willing to pay to make this happen.

I was surprised to find a number of responses in my email box the next day...I asked for a place to stay up in Marblehead or Rockport or something. I really want to go to Salem and see the witches too (last time I was there, I was 16 and going through some substance withdrawals and I kinda passed out a bit at the museum...so, I don't remember it much and I'd like to see it again). I could go up there for a day trip, but I'd be really rushed and it'd be tiring...the commute would take 3 hours both ways and I'd like to explore at a leisurly pace.

So, to wrap things up, I'm trying to set up staying at this lady's house for a night at a discounted price. I haven't really figured out how I'm going to break this news to my aunt if it ends up happening...there's no way around it, I'm going to have to lie.

Maybe this isn't the smartest thing I've ever done, but I think it'll be ok. I've emailed this lady a few time and I plan on talking to her before I go (IF I go...). She's a 31 yr old teacher in Marblehead...or so she claims...

SO. I had a dream this morning. I was at this house that I found to stay at. My host lady was standing in the hall outside of my bedroom. I was uncomfortable and I was trying to ignore the fact that she was, with beard stubble and Adam's apple, obviously a man. In my head I was trying to be open-minded. Telling myself, "Ok. This is fine. In the world of sexual identities, you're not exactly in the norm either. Quit judging...she's probably still very nice." But, I just couldn't get over it. I felt like I was slightly deceived and that something else was going on here...then, I went into my bedroom and found that there was no lock on the door. I was thinking that I was going to have to make a trip to the hardware store to get a portable lock...of course, this was a dream, and I was thinking this after I had already turned the lights off and gotten into bed. Then my door opened and the lady came in and all I could see was a large silhouette standing in the threshold...she then asked, in a really creepy voice, "Hi. Is it ok if I come in a we hang out?"

Then I woke up. This was a weird dream, because honestly, I'm not all that scared of staying a night at a stranger's house. Foreign exchange students do it all the time...people share rooms at hostels...if I were European, this would be more acceptable...I found someone to LIVE at my house off of Craigslist...

I can justify it in many different ways...but, none will work for my aunt. So, I'll post on what happens if I'm still alive.