i'll start with a synopsis of my last couple days. yesterday was a great day. i woke up around 7.40 to move my car before the 8.00 meters became an issue. i then lazed around my room (sleeping, mostly) until 12.45. i woke, hopped into the shower and headed to the preschool to pick up a notepad that i needed for therapy in the afternoon. i wasted a couple hours by heading out to burlington's ems (an outdoor store). i got two pairs of shorts, a tank top, and some flip-flops that are a little more on the 'girly side' than my norm. for anyone that knows me...they have PINK on them!! omg. what's happening to me?! the therapy session went well. i got off work around 6 and headed for the apartment. i sat around with the three guys that i live with and had some beers. i think we watched tv or something...;) i can't really remember (you will soon realize why i can't remember).

we find out about a party going on in chestnut hill and five minutes later we're on the t (boston's train). the party was alright. it was the type party that you think is awesome while you are there because you're wasted...but the next day when you really think about it, you realize that it was just an average party. its amazing how alcohol can haze the boundaries between reality and fantasy. hm...lots of examples of this. the infamous 'beer goggles' through which girls/guys seem a lot cuter after a few beers. i think that this phenomenon is mostly a good quality of alcohol. it can work for or against you in the 'beer googles' sense, depending upon the comparison of your looks and the prospect's looks. my thinking that the party was great while i was there did nothing but make me have a better time. who knows...i guess i could think forever on examples of this 'boundary hazing,' but i really don't feel like it.

the drinks i had (as i can recall :)

1. shipyard pale ale

2. corona with lime

3. miller high life

4. dirty martini (STOUT)

5. miller high life

6. shot that was disgusting

7. shot that was disgusting

8. miller high life

9. natty lite

p>wow...that was a lot of alcohol. i have no clue what time we left the party or what any of the people's names were with which i was conversing. nonetheless, we left the party and grabbed a cab to an atm near our place. ihop happened...back home. i had work this morning and completely forgot to set my alarm. well i had it set, but not on--which does NO good.

so i wake up to my cell phone ringing...it was my employer. shit. this situation sucked. i am never late. i'm nearly ocd about making sure i am awake early enough to be on time, everywhere. granted, i had way too much alcohol in my system to successfully carry on a therapy session at 8.30 am. i got to their place around 9.45 and ran some programs with great success. another good therapy session today :) i overlapped with the speech therapist from 11.00-12.00. the most productive time on the job is when i overlap with the other therapists on the 'team.' anyways...i head back home (still haven't showered from the crazy previos night) and find my roomates all 'soccered' out. after i attached some work out clothes to my body, we walked across the neighborhood to a park, where we played soccer for nearly three hours. i miss soccer so badly...think i'll start going out on wednesday nights to play with some people we met/played with at the park.

i cooked up some spaghetti for dinner and a roomate made bruschetta. both were good. i failed at an attempt to find a swimsuit at some sports stores down the road. currently, i'm listening to the first minidisk i ever made, getting ready to pack my bags for the bahamas (leave tomorrow), and i will have some beers with the roomates and some people that are coming over. i think we may have some tentative plans of going to play pool and rent a movie. who knows what may come of that idea once the bottles empty.

so i leave for the bahamas tomorrow...i am going to keep a journal while i'm there. i'll try to upload it so that you can see how the trip went.

all apologies for not writing yesterday...but there is a reason (as there often are). yesterday was a day from hell. my excuse--work was chaotic, only to be followed with three more draining hours with my student, and my attempt to raise spirits (nap) was continually interrupted by phone calls.

today, however, was the complete opposite. i went into work 30 mins early at the request of my student's parents. they didn't end up showing till the normal time, but it was nice because i got to hang out/get to know the other teachers at school. when she arrived, we went right downstairs and began 1:1, which went well--so well that we went outside for the last 5 minutes of our hour-long 1:1 session. a consultant came in to watch 'areas' today and was very pleased with my prompting methods. she didn't really have any tips for me, which i take as a compliment.

after work, i stopped by my apartment for a little while thinking i would take a nap. i realized i was not tired, so i jumped back in my car and headed to the mall. i nearly bought old navy's entire line. i absolutely love old navy....its cheap, stylish, and FITS ME!! i got this cute pair of shorts, some crop pj pants, crop khaki pants, a beach mat, a tank top, and a baby 't.' i then headed over to some shoe store where i bought this kick ass pair of sketchers, which i shall now try to describe. they are retro looking--tan with two curvy lines and laces in a lighter tan. the soles are a kind of clearish tan (like the new adidas samba soles if you are familiar with indoor soccer). haha. not a good description i know. but they are me...:)

i decided that i was going to buy a book...so i set out for barnes and noble. after looking in EVERY section of the store, i found the read i was craving. a couple years ago i read anita shreve's "the pilot's wife." i would like to take this time to praise this book. i am not an avid reader, but i picked up this book and read around 300 pages in two days. the book is fabulous. so i found the 'anita shreve section' and began eagerly reading the summary of each of her works. i walked out of the store with her "the weight of water," on which i will be sure to keep you informed.

currently, i'm listening to counting crows "recovering the satellites." a good cd...but nothing like their "august and everything after" album. i seem to like every artist/band's earliest work the best. is this a sign of getting old? gosh i hope not....

i'm off to put a little curve in the cover of this book before i head to bed. :)

it occured to me today that my life has lost all aspects of depth that once were. so this weblog is my attempt to resurrect a deeper understanding of myself and my life.

so i'm in boston for the summer, working a summer job with an autistic child. thus far, my job has proven very rewarding. its great being able to see, first-hand, how your efforts benefit others. basically, i go to preschool with my student and 'shadow' her. i act as if i'm not there, but redirect stereotopy (stereotypical autistic behaviors) in the least intrusive way possible. since autistic children lack social skills, i also prompt comments to peers in hopes that she will understand that being social is an alternate reinforcer to stereotopy. some afternoons, i run two hour therapy, which are conducted in a very controlled environment. if you are interested in the therapy details, i run ABA sessions....there is much info out there on this style of therapy.

i'm currently listening to the indigo girls in a room lit only by candles and my computer screen. i can hardly think of a more relaxing environment. i think i will try to create this environment each night before i sleep to ponder upon my life. tonight, the indigo girls have made me realize just how far i've progressed in knowing/living with certain aspects of my personality. i honestly feel that i am to a point now that i have never been in before. its funny how music can cause such retrospect. the moment the music started, i had a 'flashback' of emotions from junior year in high school. then, the emotions were hard to deal with....but now, they fill me with feelings of achievement.

that's about all my thoughts for tonight. i am now off to listen to the sounds of my past...and further understand the progression of my spirit, which i seem to have carelessly disregarded.