I'm writing this blog from Boston, specifically Snell Library. I somehow failed to mention that last Friday night I was stopped by a police officer in Glen Ridge. I had just come from Justin's house where I was drinking beer. I picked up my friend Steven, and then was caught going 50 in a 25. Now it's true I tend to get a little heavy footed even after one beer, the fact that the cop let me go with just a warning was the best thing ever. I was suppose to meet Rick and Eric in Philadelphia, things didn't work out that way, and I ended up not even making it out of Jersey that night. I should have just driven down by myself, but I was looking for someone to come along for the ride with me, and thats what stalled the process. I haven't seen Rick since last New Year's Eve, and I rarely see Eric anymore, I really wish I went now.