the subway part one

So I rode the subway for the first time. Pretty cool huh. I know some of you big city folk think Im just a country bumpkin, but bear with me becuase it might get a little hairy. Boston was the first place I had the opportunity to ride the subway, or T-rail. Everyone there just calls it the T. "were taking the T ya'll, it'll be super fun, Yayy." Except in a Bauston accent and without the ya'll. I just added that for dramaitc effect.And Im like what is the Sesami Street. So ya anyway, your standing there waiting for the "T"  going to the "TH" ( which is short for theatre of course). Everyone sort of sludging around waiting to get on the next train that rolls in. Where I got on the first time was outside ( I didn't know subway existed outdoor, so I was like "WOW" this is like a train slash subway). Once the T shows up it squeeks to a stop and the door open and people start to exit the subway car. They come out and give you a like I like to call the subway look, which is simular to the "why are you looking are me" look. And its rather judgmental and rather shocking the first time you experience it. Dont worry I kept my composure and entered the subway cool calm and collected...with my sunglasses even though it was night, cuz im that cool. No one really talks on the subway, they all just think about how nice it will be to get out of this germ infested box traveling a good 40 to 50 miles an hour though a dark tunnel. I find it quite humorous when its rush hour and all the last minute people hop on the bus even though the bells dinging and the anouncer keeps repeating " If the coach is excesivly full please step back, the next train will be arriving shortly." But people keep coming, and they're all thinking just one more person will fit, ya, just one more. Then of course the officially dressed bussiness woman gets her leg stuck in the door and can't keep herself from crying. ( true story) I understand, it happends, nobody wants to be the one stuck in the subway door. Its embarrasing, bad for you image, and God knows what would happen if your boss found out.
    Once your crammed in there with the other 20 people right by the door,  you start to notice things. The man to my left missed a button on his shirt, another with too much after shave,  pit stains, a cute girl sitting a few feet away, and the smell of many people in one place that I do not care to discribe.   I wonder what would happen if people on the subway did talk...?    Ill leave it at that.  Tune in tomorrow for "More on Subways"
      

Museums and showers

One rather interesting thing you have to deal with when traveling is the special technique to turning on the shower. First too hot, then to cold, then water preasure went out the door, or your left stand in a puddle, in the bathroom, in your sox. Or is that just me. By the time I reach the 3/4 turn left on hot, 1/2 turn right on cold, 1/8 turn back right on hot, all the hot water is gone and Im left standing there shivering and trying to wash my hair. On occasion I say screw it and wash my head in the sink...try not to get your head stuck under the fausit, its rather claustriphobic and brusing may occur. I have used so many feminan shampoos and body washes that I regret to imform you that I probably smell like a girl ( not all bad), I shouldnt have left my body wash in Minneapolis. I hope its getting used.
    Being in our nations capital I have increased the amount of picutres on my camera by about thiiiiiiiiiiiiissss much, maybe more. I even got a shot with C-3PO, damn robot didn't even smile. However most of these picture are filled shapes of our past: steam engines, locomotives, toasters, a dead fish, some inquistive looking neanrithal, stuffes teddy, excuse me, grizzly bears, animals with a pouch, test tuble squids, and a varmont that looks like the squirrel off of Ice Age. You gotta love Moo-Z-umms.
    Man these blogs sure are swell!
   

here I am

Boston was a fun experience. I went down to the harbor area (little Italy), ate a peanut butter cup the size of my fist and threw some tea into the harbor. Damn brits. Molly and walked around on the "old iron sides," the USS Constitution. Its was quite a ship. Stretching a hundred and fifty feet, its black hull reflected across the harbors dark dank water. Dozens of cannons riveting the once war ravaged sides, their empty barrels echoing the sorrows of the lives they have taken. Two huge masts extend high about the deck. No sails hang from these beams, only ropes remain. The wooden deck is polished from years of use. Standing there at the beam of the ship, it was hard to imagine the actual turmoil and horror of war that took place for the freedom of our country.
     The majority of my time in Boston was spent with little Molly Kirk and her Morracan friend Yasamine. I think its pernounced yes-me. The big city is not really my style. Too many people packed together in buildings like sardines. However it was a cool experience.
   I also went to the Boston Aquarium....fish, fish, more fish, turtle, fish, starfish, jelly fish, fish, Penguin.
Basically. I did get to touch a star fish which was kinda neat.

I took a loverly Peter Pan bus an hour south to Providence RI, Greyhound apparently doesn't make thursdays trips. I got into Providence last evening, met by Peter LeBlanc who is kind enough to let me sleep on his soft dorm floor. Providence is a beautiful city.

Forgive me for all my spelling errors.

Da bus and stuff

Illinois was quite an interesting experience. Sleep deprivation, and over eating lead me to look forward to my 30 hour bus ride to Boston.
One of the days I was Illinois I did some campaigning ( if I already told you that than you can just read it again). It was requested by one of my readers that I include more detail in my blogs to conjure up a more vivid adventure. I think thats fine, just fine. Like I was saying campaigning is a very interesting process. First you have to know a thing or two about the person your representing. In my case; Rich Morthland, running for state representative of the republican party. He all about redistribution of wealth from the richer people to the "financially challenge", proving more jobs and taking away a few of those garden gnomes from the people that have them strewn across their yard like land mines. I go up to a house that has been previously been called and put on a list as a potential voter for Morthland, and if I am unlucky enough for them to answer the door I say "Good afternoon, I am volunteering for the Rich Morthland campaign. I was wondering if we could count on your vote in the upcoming election...?" Or something to that effect. Most people look at you as if you were standing there in your underwear. It takes a few moments for them to get there barrings, because you of course interrupted their HBO Saturday evening special, or the making of a glorious PBandJ, or toe nail clipping, or afternoon beating of their kids and your child protective services, and anyway once they get there barrings all manner of things can be said. Uuuuuummmmmmm...Im still undecided,  Yes! you have my vote, didn't you see the yard sign, NO! I'm a democrat, I don't disclose that sort of information,...Are you single : )? But let get serious, pretty much whatever there response I smile and say "well would you like some more information anyway" and hand them a little brochure on Rich Morthland. And thats all there is too it. Vote Republican!!! Either your with us or your with the government.

BTW...never meet a girl if her nick name is Stinky.

Sunday morning I neatly folded all my freshly washed clothes and crammed them into my backpack. My good friends Jaider and Jonathan took me to the bus stop and we all said our sorrowful goodbyes. Bye you guys, better see you this winter.
     A four hour ride to Chicago reminded me of how sore my tail bone is...all cushions get hard eventually. I then I went through a time warp and ended up in Boston. Making short stop in Cleveland backass midwest, and a couple other towns, taking to a convict on the run ( for reals ya'll, not a murderer on nothing), he sat next to me on the bus and we had a quite enlightening conversation on the bus...not really, but it was chill, and driving through NYC( no need to explain everyone seen the movies).
   Boston is a sweet town, Molly met me at the bus station, went back to her hideously expensive two room apartment with two other room mates, and showed me her pocket sized campus(even though its bigger that MSU Bozeman) and then I watched TV on the computer till what the people were saying didn't make any sense.
         Today I actually took the time to go onto youtube, watch a little video "how to tie a tie" and got all dressed up in my tweed suit coat and classy white button up shirt to go see my Harvard buddy from Highschool. I figured I had to look good to walk around Harvard campus, hardy harr har. He, on the other hand wasn't wearing a tie, hmmm, Harvard, and not even a tie. Jeesh. We wend to a little Italian Pizzeria close to campus called Pinocchios. It was easily the best pizza I ever had, simply divine.
   And now I am blogging in Mollys' room listening to her and one of classmates studying for a test in psycho-pharmacology...part of the time in French part of the time in English.   Till next time.

Im in Illinois

I like to pronounce the S in Illinois but I constantly get corrected. So I figure I wasn't worth the hassle.
Im staying here with my friends Jonathan Wallace and Jaider Torres in a little town called Rock Island. Why they call it an island I have no idea, the only water close by is a big river. The name escapes me. Jonathan's dating a cute little short haired brenette that looks A LOT like Natalie portman...including all the drama. Jonathans brother Harrison Wallace is running for Counry Clerk, so naterally I am doing some campaging. Yay polotics! Thats about all thats going on round here in the midwest. Everybodys getting hiped up for...Im still trying to figure out what im gonna dress up as. Does anybody have any suggestions???

holla!

So I know I said that I'd like update this every day and stuff,...not gonna happen. Im a busy man changing citys every few days, living out of a suit case. Its kinda stressful. I think. More fun than anything. I  get to sleep in every day. Get hair cut by attractive beauty queens ( hair stylists), cha! its rad. But sometime I worry if I like forgot something at my last stop. I for got my shampoo, body wash in minneapolis, Im sure Josy will use that every day!! ha ha ha And then I got to decide if I shoud get up at noon or 1 O'clock. Life hard I know. But just keep pushin through to the next stop. I don't know who actually reads all this nonsence...laaaaammmme!!! I get bored writing it constantly.      Damn girls text fast.     I met my cousin Zoey yesterday. She's an adorable little two year old that just learned to talk.  She calls me Shua. Soooo, going to church tomorrow. and then, gonna eat some food at a food show, and then, gonna give some change to a homeless guy, and then gonna prolly eat some junk food, and then gonna do a hand stand, and then, who know what ....

RA

By the time I get done with this trip every RA between Montana and Florida is going to know me, and not in a good way.  If I had a nickel for every time an RA looked at me with a bewildered look after I tell them I don't even go school here let alone live in the state I'd have ten cents...but by the end of my trip it would be a lot of nickels.

Sioux falls

So I got into town the yesterday about 3 and the sign read Sioux falls, what I want to know is...why does she fall?   aahha   aha.  Any way I think Im gonna go see Siouxs' falls today, they can't be very big cuz its like south dakota. Well I don't really have anything else to contribute...