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Boston just keeps getting better…

So, here I am, sitting in my hotel room when I realize that I haven’t had anything to eat since about 8am. It’s now 7:20. I’m hungry. I remembered when I checked into the hotel/”hostel” that they had a vending machine in the lobby. (This area is way too creepy for me to get up and wander around hoping to find a restaurant. In fact, earlier this evening after I took a shower, a man knocked on my door a few times. And stood outside my door for a while).

Anyway, I went downstairs to get something out of the vending machine, Cheez-Its, but they got stuck. I put in another dollar, hoping the next bag would push them out. They got stuck too. I put in a third dollar and pressed A-1 in order to get some fruit gummis, because they were right next to the Cheez-Its, and I thought maybe they’d nudge the side of one of the bags of Cheez-Its. It didn’t happen like that. So now I was out $3, and I had no food to show for it. I went to the front desk to get my money back. The conversation went kind of like this:

Me: Hi. I put three dollars in the vending machine and nothing came out. Everything got stuck.

Front Desk Guy: Okay… (turns around to grab a dollar bill. Looks at it for a moment, looks at me, looks back at the dollar). I only have one dollar in my drawer.

Me: Okay, well do you have quarters or something? Or can you knock the stuff out of the vending machine?

FDG: Here, four quarters.

Me: I put three dollars in, this is only two. (I feel like I maybe should have given up, but eh).

FDG: Well you can’t use coins in that machine anyway.

Me: I don’t care, I just want my money. I’m not going to get food anymore.

FDG: Here… (He tosses them onto the counter and turns around to do some paperwork).

Then he gave me a nasty glare. I don’t know what it is about this place, but I’m really glad I’m not staying here for a long time. Everyone here is really rude. They’re getting a nasty review on hostelbookers.com

To add to my Boston Farting Lady experience, I just want to ask those of you who are either from the East Coast or have traveled there.

Is it just me, or are people just a lot meaner out east? I’ve encountered more totally unhelpful and unfriendly people in the past two and a half days than I encounter in months when I’m in Portland. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been feeling so lost and confused and haven’t known where anything is, but still. I haven’t been able to find anything, and it’s mostly because it seems like no matter who you ask, you’ll never get your question answered. The nicest guy I encountered in DC was a guy from Kansas!

Anyway. Is it just me? Someone I know said that it was due to West Coasters being “fake”, but I feel like I’m a good person just because it’s the right thing to do.

Woo!

duplo:

I’m headed to the Willamette Week party at Grand Central. I’m excited.

And so nervous.

 So. Much. FUN. That is, until I got home.

To all you party poopers, can you at least wait a couple days before you try to bring “us” down for being unrealistic?

Hooray for a monumental election.

malty:

do you know you should replace your toothbrush every three months? Or when the brussels start to fade half way…

Thanks Oral B

 Did you know you should close the lid when you flush, and never use a shower curtain as a towel?

Thanks, Catherine.

I have a crush on my history professor. I’ve narrowed my options down and now I need opinions. I have all weekend to decide because I won’t see him again until Tuesday. Should I…

• Date my professor, even though he is old and has a daughter close to my age, AND it is not allowed by schools (I’m assuming). This is the grossest option.
• Write “I love you” on my eyelids and wink at him suggestively like in Indiana Jones.
• Do nothing.
• Flirt with another guy in my class in order to make my Prof jealous, luring him into asking me out.

I’m leaning towards number 2, myself.