Today was probably the best weather day of the whole year. After playing with chemicals in my photography lab, I decided to take the T to the Charles River and walk home that way and there were dozens and dozens of sailboats out. I think I'm in love. Anyway, after dinner, Meredith and I went to our free yoga session, which was just a bunch of breathing and stretching, but I did get a shoulder massage so it turned out pretty good. On the way home, 2 crazy people decided I looked friendly and started talking to me. The first guy was hanging out crazily at the Copley outbound line and he asked me if I owned the Westin Hotel. Then he said, "of course not, ELIZABETH TAYLOR DOES!" Then, two blocks away, this crazy guy named Bobby starts talking to me and asking me where I'm from and whenever I tell him anything he claims to already know because he's a psycho (oops, I mean psychic.) But he was harmless and he said I looked nice so I shook his hand and as soon as I got home I sanitized it. No one talks to Meredith, they always talk to me. Unfair. In other news, this weekend looks to be fun. No school Monday! We're planning on going to a war protest on the Commons and trying to get arrested (not really, but we like to pretend) and taking the train to Salem on Monday. Also, don't forget dinner with the surrogate mom and pop and grandma. Later.
H.
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