Tuesday I came back from skiing. Wednesday I went to see the Black Swan (Park Street, and not at all alone). We had burritos at Felipe's before the movie. I think it may have been the first rated-R movie I've seen in a theater.(weird, they have a site).
I had to take the red line to the Porter Sq to catch the commuter rail home.
But I was very riled up from the movie, I guess. I'm impressionable, or hyper empathetic, or something. But my eyebrows where doing the same thing that Natalie Portman's were doing in the movie, and I missed the first subway, got on the 2nd one, realized it was green to BC, got off, walked back to Park Street, found the redline, got to the commuter rail...but was 7 minutes late. Used the pay phone for the first time in my life because my cellphone was broken, and called my dad to pick me up. Kicked a few sizable holes in the snowbank because I was angry with myself. Because how immature to get upset to an extent that it impedes your functioning from emotions that aren't even really yours? plus I felt bad for asking Papa a ride at 1 am.
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