I was riding on the e-train. I was whistling to the rhythm. I was thinking about my live-in. I was feeling pretty fine. I asked the time. Got a poke in the eye.

It’s so beautiful here – really beautiful. The rains from earlier were settling on the ground from the trees overhead as I walked from Urban to one of my many meetings and I couldn’t help but feel that it might be nice going to school here. That is if it weren’t filled with so many pretentious, entitled people. Ok, I suppose they’re all not that bad, but I guess that I just expect more from them, for them to be more self-less and more outgoing and fun because well why wouldn’t you expect that from someone who wastes the good part on their summer on mostly low-rewarding advocacy work. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t actually feel that way – I like what I’m doing. I feel good, more useful when I’m getting some new mother hooked up with a car seat or a breast pump or something as equally beneficial as that. But JESUS, if I have to hear about how all these kids have such a hard time here at HAAARVARD I think that I might…I don’t know…throw myself in front of a T or something. Heh.

Nah, it’s not really as bad as I make it out to be. I love being by the river and right in the excitement of Cambridge, but it’s not as fun when there are few to tool around with. I think sometimes, even though most people seem to think that GW isn’t quite up to snuff with Harvard, I just seem to fit there better, as much as I’d like to think that I could handle the demands of the mighty H.

On a similar tangent…there something I’ve never really understood – why people complain so much about the damn public transportation systems. I mean, hell, it’s way cheap – even cheaper here in Boston and usually the Metro or the T or the Subway is actually quite efficient and clean. Sure you have to deal with some sketchy people at times but that’s what life is about, besides all the sketchy ones seem to find me whether I use some method of public transportation or not. BUT…I think I may have grasped a little bit of people’s annoyance today when I stepped on the bus for the ride home from Boston Medical Center. I can usually ride the bus like the best of them, no qualms, but today it was just TOO hot to manage and with no air conditioning and no available seats and with the bus moving about an inch every 5 minutes because of the horrendous traffic (at about 5 or so) I thought I was going to loose it – especially when I realized that I had about 20 stops to go. After a while I sucked it up like the rest of the people who I’m sure have to take the bus everyday and tried to feel a little empathy, but I admit I did feel a pang of longing for good old Speedy, the trusty Buick station wagon.