I'm outta here

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I CANNOT wait to go back to Boston tomorrow! Nothing like staying at a shithole city for a few days to make you appreciate the benefits of living in Cambridge. The only bad thing about Camb is when the dirty townies hit on you(ewwww). Good Will Hunting would never happen IRL, mostly because the townies are derided and roundly ridiculed by the students. Ironic that Matt Damon was playing a townie when he dropped out of Hvd. Even the male students are snobby before horny.

My parents dragged me to the worst offending chain restaurant ever(gag)--Chili's. Everything was beige and fried, and I absolutely refuse to eat beige and fried food. I had a limp lettuce salad with some sad, wrinkly tomatoes tossed in, and I swear, sitting in that restaurant, with both of my parents stuffing their faces with junk food-- was one of the most pathetic sights ever. Of course, they washed it all down with Diet Coke, so they felt justified in ordering three desserts between the two of them. It was pure, undiluted gluttony assisted by stupidity and ignorance. HOW am I related to these cretins?

I do judge people based on their diets. Then I judge their wardrobe, personal grooming habits, taste in books/film, and basic overall presentation. Harshly. Then I go home and do the same shit to myself, so it comes full circle, I guess. And usually, my peers and acquaintances are well-educated, well-groomed, well-traveled, well-read individuals. I'm pretty genial around my friends. But in a place like Tampa, I feel disgusted always by the low level of accomplishment and general loserdom in which these people wallow. Eating like crap, living like crap-- I cannot comprehend how these people live like this. It's times like these when I have to acknowledge that certain people's lives are inherently more valuable than others, especially in an egalitarian society like America(where everyone has access to opportunities).

I sound hostile and elitist... but you probably knew not to read this for political correctness, anyway. (If you didn't, now you know.)

I should go to bed. I'm sleeping on a CraftMatic(one of those old-people beds that folds up) and I was thinking how useful this bed could be during involved sexual positions. Someone at the marketing dept should remarket this bed to the young and hip, with a sexy advert. Definitely has potential. It's being wasted here, though, because according to my mother, my parents have not had sexual relations in over 20 years. God, how I wish I was not privy to that kind of information.

I will do the following, in order, when I arrive at Boston tomorrow am:
1. Hit the gym, session w/trainer boy(6 mile run + free weights and lunges/squats)
2. get a haircut
3. go grocery shopping(coffee, water, lemons, yogurt, eggs)
4. have sex
5. eat dinner w/loser ex(steak for him, iced tea for me)
6. have sex(this is not redundant)