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So there's this guy on my street who asks for change everyday, but he doesn't just ask; he sings. And his favorite melody is the standard "Does any-body have any change?" However, he occasionally switches it up and sings "Vote for Obama" which is done so endearingly that not even I am annoyed. But the funniest part is he will select random people on the street and say: "If you're 5 foot 8, vote for Obama" or "If you're eating a 7-11 hoagie, vote for Obama." It is too funny. Yesterday Meredith, Karina, and I decided to walk into Sacks Fifth Avenue and try on $460 sunglasses. $460! Immediately a salesman came over and questioned us. After spending the day exploring, we decided to go to the classiest restaurant on Boylston: BK! Some crazy (not for his theories but because he was lecturing with a cheeseburger in his hand) 9/11 conspiracy guy came in and started to talk to everyone who was in line for Whoppers. After enjoying our meal and lecture, we decided to go across the street to Copley Plaza. There was a homeless guy lying on the ground and stumbling to get up. Some people walked over to him and called 911 because he was bleeding from his head all over the sidewalk, but when the paramedics arrived, they searched everywhere with flashlights and couldn't find him. We walked around the block to check it out and Meredith ended up stepping in his bloody puddle. Sick.

It's never boring.

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