I think that I'm blogging during this early afternoon to avoid all of my papers, my homework, and doing anything totally productive. I'm supposed to go out or hang out with friends today, but I don't know if that's going to happen. It's so strange that I actually want to do homework, to get it done, because the majority of my senior year of high school was spent not caring about work because I knew that I would shortly be out of that hell hole that we call high school. Maybe that's what I should post about today, all these things that we never actually learn in high school - which, let's face it, if everyone knew then (when they're in high school) what they knew now (life or college), we would all be incredibly thankful for those high school instructors who taught us.

Let's start with the fact that the quarter (yes I mean 25 CENTS), is possibly the most important piece of money that a college student can have. I'm currently in Boston (beantown for townies), and if you know anything about Boston's public transportation, you'll know about the T (the train/MBTA). It's basically a comparative version of New York's subway system, with fewer lines, and more people because the individual cars are smaller. First of all, the new "Charlie Card" - whose the genius who thought of that thing, it really does speed up being in the damn line. UNLESS - you don't have the Charlie Card and don't particularly want to pay to get this thin slip of plastic that you're probably going to lose within the following week. Secondly, the Boston government has jacked up the price from 1.25 - 2.00 (unless you have the Charlie Card and then it's 1.70). I don't understand it, don't the grasp the concept that the majority of their current population is college students? Honestly, I barely have the cash to ride the T sometimes and if I didn't have this damn card then I would have to fork out 2.00 everytime I get on their (which is generally Monday and Wednesday nights). I think that it's totally unfair, but that's just my position.

Another great thing about quarters is the fact that college's have laundry rooms, and laundry rooms generally equal the need for quarters. These quarters become like GOLD, every college student in the residence halls scrambling for them on the ground and looking for them every where else. College laundry is so damn expensive as it is, I mean couldn't they cut us a break? We're paying enough for tuition, we should be responsible for a laundry room paycheck already. Give us time to adjust to this new, adult life.

Quarters, who ever thought that I would actually post about quarters? I'm not entirely sure.

I'd like to speak more about my own life for a minute though, and isn't that what these blogs are all about anyways? People talking about things that they find to be important even though most people just don't care.

I digress, I would like to touch on the subject of long-distance relationships (and a gasp is derived from the mouths of readers). I currently find myself in a long-distance relationship (he's in Ohio, I'm stuck in Boston). I don't quite understand why people can't make these relationships work; I've been together with my guy for 11 months and we're still going strong. In fact, I'm pretty sure we were kind of destined to be together - but that's an entirely different story. It just makes me sick that I know other people my age who can't keep a relationship with someone in their own town/city/village/etc; going for longer than a couple of months. These people can't stand to be away from one another for an hour, and I'm damn near 700 miles away from the love of my life. You people make me sick, if you really cared for that other person, you would put the effor in. You would realize, as I do, that being apart is damn difficult, but when you do come together - it's the most genuinely loving thing that you will ever know. Those moments when you meet in the airport, when you wrap your arms around eachother, nothing in the whole, wild world that we live in can beat that feeling exactly at that moment.  Keep loving, and love really does always find a way.