Day 24

I am not sure if I should write another blog tomorrow, or call it at this.  Yea, I guess it would be more classic if I wrote one tomorrow night.  So my last day.  It doesn't really feel like my last day, even now.  I can't really comprehend that tomorrow night I will be at my house in Rancho Palos Verdes.  I woke up at 8 and was ready for my last day of work.  Even though I could barely move my wrists, and my forearms were numb, I still was planning on cutting wood the whole day.  I ate cheese and tomatoes on toast, which was a nice switch up.  I got ready to cut wood, and went outside.  Harold promised me his full self, to help with wood.  In about an hour of cutting and moving we hauled in the equivalent of what I could produce in two and half hours.  Not bad.  But bad for my arms.  I felt like my left arm was going to break off, and also Harold was helping but with the busy work.  He was marking wood, and filling my chainsaw, not with actually moving the logs or cutting them.  This was kind of ridiculous I thought, but then again he threw out his back awhile ago cutting wood.  So we cut for a good 3 hours until lunch, and a few things happened while cutting wood, I thought mentionable.  1.  Harold is famous for grabbing your attention.  He will use your first name ( to grab your attention ) while talking about anything really.  He will say "And Max just how incredible is that?".  Classic Harold.  He also does this funny thing ( which I am sure every person who is reading has known some on to do this ) where he will try to finish the words to your sentence to make it seem like you have the same thought.  It's actually hilarious haha.   2.  Some of the logs on top of the pile were looking like  they were going to fall down, so I decided to climb on top of the pile, and try to force them down with my foot.  I kicked one down, and before I knew it 7 humongous logs were coming tumbling down.  I instinctively ran out of the way just as they crashed to the ground.  Laura came up to us while we were cutting and told me that I would be going out on the lake after lunch as a little goodbye treat.  I was super stoked, because it meant I would be working less, and I knew that the lake had some amazing views.  I was excited about that, but my excitement dwindled to nothing afar I kind of broke the tool that is used to lever and move logs easily.  It is a small tool, about 4 ft high made of wood, and metal teeth to grip the wood. What happened was that Harold pinched the chainsaw ( when you are cutting sometimes in the middle of log, that is resting on two logs on each end, the wood collapses inward and catches the saw ) and he wanted me to lever the log up so he could slide the saw out.  I used the wrong side of the tool so that the wooden part was the lever, and in a few seconds I just heard a crack!  I wasn't sure if I had broke it, but when I took it out that was a small crack in the wood.   Harold blames himself for not warning me about it, but it was pretty much my fault.  Lunch was chicken noodle soup and muffins.  A much more talkative lunch, and enjoyable.  I went up to my room to relax, and Josh stopped in my room and told me I could come down whenever I was ready.  So I put on my nikes, and grabbed a jacket and met Josh outside.  He was holding two paddles, two life jackets, and two towels..?  Interesting.  We walked for a good 10 minutes to the water past a bunch of land they don't use, and went through an amazingly beautiful forest, to the waters edge.  Where there was a canoe, and a kayak.  Josh hoisted the canoe in the water, and waited for me to hop in first.  Josh was mainly doing the steering from the back, and I would add some help here and there, but I was mainly just chill axing.  We talked about everything from school, to my plans, to Southern California.  It was a really nice ride, and it just made me like Josh more.  He is a very composed man, and even though he is shy, he is very level headed deep down.  Right as we were coming back he decided he wanted to jump in.  After we docked the canoe, I guess he had a speedo handy and dove right in.  I don't know why he did, but he said just to say I did.  We walked back, and he invited me to help milk the cows tonight.  I had never tried, so I thought why not.  I faintly heard the chainsaw going, and was unsure who would be cutting unless someone was helping Harold.  And of course, someone was.  Troy.  I  had never seen him cut wood before, but as soon as I walked up Harold became this sports broadcaster, telling me to watch the professional, Troy.  He was still giving me lessons on my last day, but that's Harold for ya.  After helping Troy cut wood, and moving wood for him, we called it a day at around 4, and I complete my last round of chicken chores.  I still can't believe I am going home tomorrow.  It seems so foreign to be going to my home.  I went upstairs got cleaned up, and then Josh called me down at 5 to milk the cows.  I went in the barn with them, and then went to go round up one of the milking cows.  We brought her in the barn and tied her so that she could eat food while we worked.  Josh gave me a full tutorial on how I should milk the utter, but it didn't sam to be working for me.  It was a ton harder than I thought.  After awhile I got the hang of it.  Mainly you want to pinch the top of the utter, and then slowly press your way down to get the milk out.  Ross and Josh are professionals, but they had been doing it for quite some time now.  After I threw out my back milking, I let Josh take over, and went inside to shower.  For dinner we had burgers, compliments of Ross ( and Stanley the cow ), and it was my last supper.  It has taken about a month to feel relaxed and comfortable at the dinner table, but it has finally happened, and I enjoy it now.  Too bad it was my last.  After dinner, Zoelli and I hung out for awhile, and now its about time for me to call the rents.  So the next time you will hear from me, I will be in my house writing from the computer room...weird.  Nighty.

Day 23

I woke up at 745 today because I went to bed so early I think.  I had just toast with jelly this morning.  But while I was putting my bread in the toaster, Harold comes in from the barn, and beckons Hey max can you come fire up the chainsaw for me I want to see if it is working.  I was half asleep still, and wasn't sure if he was joking or not.  But by his Stonewall Jackson stance, I could tell he wasn't.  So I went outside in socks, and yanked on the lever as hard as I could, and after one tug, it turned on.  Meh.  So I went back inside to my meal.  After I started the chainsaw, I knew that today was going to be a long day.  I got dressed, and after I collected eggs, I was about to wash them, but Harold stopped me short and told me I could go cut wood instead.  So I went out and started.  Measure, cut, move, refill chainsaw, repeat.  I did this for 3 and a half hours until lunch, and the only thing that really hurt were my wrists.  The way that you have to cradle the really big logs forces you to bend your wrist in a very awkward way, therefore making mine feel broken.  My arms were, and still are extremely sore, but I thought hey, I leave in two days, why not work hard.  By lunch Ross, and Harold had left to meet with a gallery owner, to discuss Ross's artwork being displayed.  It actually sounded like a pretty big accomplishment for Ross at the raw age of 22.  For lunch we had burritos, which for some reason really spiked my appetite, and I ate two full burritos, with a bowl of salad.  Pretty solid if you ask me.  After lunch, I relaxed, because I was planning on cutting wood the whole day.  Right when I was going out to start again, Laura wanted me to cut at my discretion because she didn't want me getting hurt.  I told her it was ok because I was going home in two days anyways.  It seems that anything is ok, since I am going home in two days.  I went back out and cut for a good hour and forty five minutes, until Zoelli came to me.  She claimed that she was done weeding, and wanted to help me cut.  I wasn't quite sure what she could do since she told me she couldn't move the logs, and was ant wearing shoes.  Just then a former Woofer came to the house to pick up his car that he had left here.  His name is Gabe and he is 27.  A super, super nice guy, a bit shy, but very laid back.  He was only coming back for his car, but the Grams took it that he would stay for a day to help out and cut wood, and then take me to the airport.  How wrong they were, for Gabe was planning on only staying for one night.  This conflict created some discussion, but in the end Gabe is leaving tomorrow morning.  He felt bad that he couldn't help the next day, so he came and helped me with wood, which by the way takes like 30 minutes less per time.  It was amazing.  So we cut and moved until 430, and then did the chickens and went in to call it a day.  For dinner we had chicken and potatoes, and broccoli, which was fine, but I was hoping for something better.  Dinner was pretty normal with the conversation percentages being as 10% inclusive to the whole table and 90% exclusive to half the table.  After dinner, Zoelli and Gabe played chess, and I made some calls, and now it is past my bedtime.  The last working day tomorrow, go big or go home.  Nighty.

Day 22

I slept like a baby last night.  I woke up at 755 easy money.  I went down to breakfast, and I hate to say it but it was good to have my classic Pb and J toast again.  I ate, and got ready to go work, but of course Zoelli wanted to wait 15 minutes until they got up, insisting that it was logical.  So, I waited and then we went down to do the chicken chores.  After we completed those, he had me wash spinach for a little while, until he had eaten breakfast, and then began the tomato work.  I picked all the ripe tomatoes from 4 rows, lining the 96 ft of greenhouse.  After that, I started to take down all of the plants, because they were pst their prime.  This is what took me the rest of the day.  You have to pull the root of the plant from the ground, detach the clasps then hold it to a string, which is hanging from a metal wire about 8ft from the ground.  The work was so repetitive, and you couldn't really take breaks, so it seemed to go on forever.  We worked until lunch, which was leftovers, which I always seem to enjoy here.  Usually Laura, adds in a little something new to each leftover dish, so its never really that predictable.  Lunch, was enjoyable, and then I went to my room to see what time my flight was actually leaving, and surfed the web.  When we went back out, we had the same exact job, until the day was over.  Besides the constant conversation with Zoelli, and all the jokes we now have, the job was utterly terrible.  Nothing really happened today that was memorable, I kind of just was mainly thinking about how I want to be home, and how boring the work was.  A few funny things happened that Zoelli told me though.  While I was gone at Colby, Laura asked Zoelli if she had ever seen my woofing icon picture.  Laura told her that i looked like a crazy person, and if my mom hadn't shmoozed up Harold for about an hour and a half on the phone before I left, they wouldn't have accepted me!  How classic is that.  For those who can't see my picture, it is from photo booth, and I am throwing up a shaka...above earth in front of the moon ( with the cool changing background application ).  I thought it was hilarious how Laura told Zoelli that.  And thanks mom ;).  Another funny thing that happened was that Harold asked me about my message machine.  I had forgot that I had set it to me speaking gibberish, because for the amount of people that are calling me, it all seems way too classic that they heard that when I didn't answer.  If you have my number you should try calling just to hear it, because its hilarious.  He asked if it actually meant something, and I had to explain it was just me being funny.  After we finally finished our duties, we went to do chicken chores, and then called it a day.  We came in at 545 and we worked about 9 hours, but for some reason today was so tiring for me.  I don't know why.  Maybe it was because I hadn't worked in awhile, or because I wanted to go home, but I was so tired, and fed up with the work.  Hopefully my last two days won't be like that.  Well anyways.  Nighty.

Day 20/ 21

I woke up at around 1045, and Wayne was already up and at em'.  He was complaining abut a throbbing headache.  We both took showers, and then got dressed for lunch.  Wayne is a big croc wearer, and he always has been.  But, I do have to say that as against them as I was, after this weekend, I for sure will be entering college with them.  They are just too darn convenient.  Wayne's croc colors are pretty crazy : neon green, neon orange.  A little too crazy for a first timer like me.  We went to lunch at a new cafeteria, Dana. Even though it was 1130 I still ate two bowls of fruit loops.  Sometimes you can't beat the classics.  Wayne used his last free gust meal pass on me that meal, and I have to just award Wayne right no for being the monist awesome host ever.  He did an awesome job of showing me around, and introducing me to awesome people, and giving me free meals.  After lunch, we headed to the library.  I have to say, being in a library reminds me of home.  I don't know why, because I never spent that much time in the library during high school, but for some reason it does.  It brings a nice quiet feel.  So I worked on my blog, and was on Facebook while Wayne was doing spanish homework.  That sounded terrible.  We taped for about an hour and a half, and then it was time to play a pickup game of basketball.  I was pretty excited to play, because unlike soccer, I actually have a better background in basketball.  So we went to the gym, and started shooting around, while another pickup game was going on.  After about 30 minutes of shooting around, the actual mens basketball team took over the court, and kicked us to the smaller court.  There we played for about 2 hours, of solid 4 v. 4 games to 15.  Besides another guy that was there named Clay, I was the tallest, but definitely not the strongest.  I played decently well, I scored about 5 points per game, and I was getting a bunch of rebounds because of my height and jumping ability.  I wasn't that aggressive though, because I didn't see it fit to be.  I was playing a pickup game with a bunch of people I didn't know that well, no need to take it over the top.  I was extremely tired after the two hour playing, and directly after we walked to dinner.  We walked back with an international student, JJ, form Rwanda who was extremely nice.  We played basketball with him, and he is just a genuinely awesome person.  We met Wayne's friends for dinner and I had some pasta and grilled cheese.  I have to say that the cafeteria food was alright, but I could not see myself eating it for more than a year, which is a shame because if I went there, I would be...classic.  After dinner I took a nice hour and a half nap, while Wayne was video chatting his girlfriend from Colombia.  I took shower, and wasn't quite sure where Wayne was, because it had been a while since he started, but I got dressed and waited for him in his room.  After a good 30 minutes of waiting him and his friends from downstairs came banging on the door asking me to come down and hangout with them.  They were going off campus to a  party, and with some guidance by Wayne I courteously declined their offer to go out, but I hung out with them before they left, because for most it was the last time I would see them.  They really all were a nice group of kids, and I miss em' already.  After they left, Wayne and I decide to go see a movie, even though we were running late.  We ran into the Ides of March, and missed the first 15 minutes, but the rest of the movie was amazing.  It was extremely suspenseful, and the ending was extremely ambiguous.  Classic George Clooney.  Wayne and I were basically both mind blown, after the movie, and the 5 minute drive home was crowded with questions from the film.  We got back to the dorm, and hangout with his roommate Chris who was from Portland.  He was a super cool guy, super personable and really into rock climbing.  We went to bed around 130, and then this morning we woke up at 850.  Wayne showered, but I opted out because I knew I would be working at least a half day, and I would shower later.  So we packed up, and we went to breakfast, which wasn't half bad.  I had some bacon, which I haven't had in much too long, and some potatoes, and cereal.  We then went to one of Wayne's friends rooms and woke up his friend.  Hung out for a little, and by that time it was time for me to depart from Colby.  As we walked to where Troy was a picking me up I thanked Wayne too many times to count, and then wished him the best with the rest of his year, and his studies, and he wished the same for me.  Overall I liked Colby a lot.  At the start of my visit I had mixed feelings.  Wayne had a tough time there his first year, and Ii could definitely feel that.  I felt that the campus was quiet, because I only saw a few people walking around during the middle of the day.  But, after my stay, I really really enjoyed the school.  Besides its gorgeous campus, the people are gorgeous in their own way too, well at least the ones that I met.  Everyone is super nice, and super down to earth, and they are extremely focused on their studies.  I liked the environment, and in the end I actually think I liked how small it was.  It felt more like a small tight knit community to be honest.  By the time I left I had seen multiple people that I had met over the past day or two, frequently around campus.  It was fun, but maybe in later years could get old?  Strange to think about.  But anyways, the ride back to the farm was quick, Troy and I talked about colleges, and standardized testing, and before I knew it I was hauling my big red backpack up into my room again.  I unpacked and then got dressed for some work on the farm, and went out to pick spinach for an hour before lunch.  We had a steak stew, and some good conversation at the table.  I was surprised because apparently the whole family had seen my profile picture, that I took before I left, and they all thought it was hilarious, and my caption was even better.  We talked about how my weekend was, and so forth.  After lunch I finished my blog of yesterday, and then went back out and picked spinach until 545.  So even though I came back at 1130, I still worked about 5 hours today.  Not bad.  Dinner was a chicken type stew that they put on bread like a sandwich, which was very good with some cherry tomatoes.  After diner they finally had their homemade ice cream.  I still don't get why they only eat dessert sometimes, but it was nice.  After dinner, I called the rents, and winded down a little bit.  I can't wait to be home already!  Nighty.

Day 19

I wanted to sleep in, but at 8 o clock I decided that it was late enough.  I took my time getting ready, and I went out at 830 with an apple as breakfast, and did the chicken chores.  I was excited that all I had to do was collect the eggs, and feed the animals and then I was a free man for the weekend.  However, Josh had different plans.  He told Zoelli that after we did the chores he would like for us to pick a bucket of spinach each...classic.  I wasn't sure if he knew that I was leaving in about an hour or two, but we still did the work anyways.  I was on turbo mode because I wanted to get packed up, and I h ad big plans for a hilarious picture that is now my profile picture on facebook.  I have started to get a little annoyed with the information Zoelli will spew out ant any chance she gets, about everything.  And her sources include...the internet.  I am in no way saying that that is a bad way to get information, but all she does when we are not farming is look up things on wikipedia and google, and then tell me about them.  So when she starts to go on a rantI usually become pretty unresponsive, just because sometimes I genuinely dont feel the need to add to it.  So we picked spinach, and then Josh told us we could start to pick some carrots.  And thats when Zoelli told him, that we both had the day off, and Josh was just uninformed.  So after we picked the spinach I went to go pu ton a flannel and take the picture that I have wanted to take.  I thought it would be hilarious to take a picture posing next to my wood pile, to feed everyones stereotype about what I am doing when I tell them I cut wood.  It is a real classic picture, and the caption had to be equally as classic : just another day.  #genius.  After the picture, I went upstairs to pack my things up, and I did a practice SAT section before I left as well.  When it was 11 Troy and I left the house and entered the Honda Prelude, which looked like it was made in the late 19th century.  It even sounded like it too.  The ride was pretty quick, especially because Troy just keeps on talking and talking.  It's strange how he can be so talkative, but not very social.  Basically the whole car ride consisted of Troy explaining how a car works to me.  I thought it so interesting that I didn't even know where the battery of a car was, but I have been driving for two years now.  I love learning about those kinds of things.  We approached Waterville, and if there wasn't a welcoming sign, I dont think I would have realized we were there.  What I mean is that Waterville is not a very flamboyant, or large town for that matter.  We pulled into the school, and Wayne was taking a shower, and wasn't near his phone, so I told Troy that I would just start walking to Wayne's dorm ( even though I had absolutely no idea where it was ).  That's the good thing about having a 20 year old guy drop you off somewhere, as opposed to a worry-some mother who won't leave until they know that whomever you are meeting is in sight ;).  So I went off and wandered into Colby.  I had no sense direction, but I assumed I was walking towards the middle of campus.  It was insanely gorgeous.  The trees color was so colorful, and bright that it completely caught the autumn feel.  Wayne finally called me back and he gave me directions ( which turned out to be wrong ) and so I couldn't find where he was talking about, so compromised with myself to sit on a bench and wait for him.  I people watched for a little.  It was super nice, just observing everything that was going on around me.  Wayne called again and I spotted him from a good 100 feet away, because of his bright tie-dye shirt.  I walked over, and in full embrace I realized how nice it was too see someone from Palos Verdes.  We walked for a little, and as soon as we walked into a library esc. building wayne completely ditched me to do some survey, and at first I felt a little awkward, but then I remembered I was a farmer, and it was alright...classic.  I looked around, and then Wayne introduced me to his close friends.  Three girls, one named Olivia, who was immensely frantic because she was convinced she just got a problem wrong on a midterm.  One named Jen, who was pretty quiet, but super nice.  And one named Sam who reminded me of a girl I knew in high school.  Sam was super cute, and kind of quirky, but I had some strange liking towards her.  After I was introduced to them, Wayne and I branched off and went to eat at one of the cafeterias.  He gave me a guest pass, and I was excited to finally eat something other than Lauras home style cookin'.  The food was alright, not amazing; but the dessert was classic.  We talked a lot about my farm, and all the crazy things I have written about on this blog, and then we talked about Colby, and Wayne sure id have a lot to say.  Wayne is a very interesting person because he is extremely steadfast in his beliefs.  He doesn't waste his time for douchebags.  He told me that last year was hard because he had a hard time connecting to people.  He wanted to change the social scene here because he felt like people weren't truly being who they wanted, and they were all just focused on getting drunk.  I said Newsflash Wayne welcome to college.  He found it hard to have heart to hearts with people on campus.  Personally, and call me an egotistical loser if you you would like, but I kind of pride myself on opening up people and creating relationships with all types of people, so the problems Wayne expressed, I felt, didn't apply to me.  After lunch, we went back to his dorm, which was smaller than I imagined, but still nice.  After hanging out for 30 minutes, we went and practiced soccer with his intramural team.  I was a little nervous to be honest, because I don't play soccer, and I never really have.  But, it turns out the guys that were playing weren't that much better than me anyways...classic.  We goofed around for a little, and then we scrimmaged, and I was definitely still getting used to it, but I wasn't doing terrible.  Then we moved fields, because the girls high school team needed the field.  We played a bunch of 4 on 4 games, and it was really fun.  I definitely prefer to be on defense, because with offense you have to dribble really well, and I am just not that skilled.  With defense you just have to be very focused and make sure the ball doesn't pass you.  We played for another 2 hours, and we ended playing a sort of two on two game, and Wayne and I ended up winning it, which was fun.  After that we went to the gym.  Classic case of my first time going to a gym besides for Peninsula Volleyball Winter training.  Wayne did his routine for a while, and I awkwardly did some ab work and bicep work.  AFter 30 minutes Wayne decided he was too tired to continue, so we called it a day for working out.  We went back to his dorm, and showered, and then went to a goodwill store, because Wayne needed a suit for a student government event.  After that we came back and went to dinner with the crew of girls I m et earlier, and a guy named Andrew.  Andrew is a super nice guy, who carries his camera everywhere.  He's that guy.  I had some pesto panini's for dinner, and then some ice crea, for dessert.  It was at dinner that, with a group effort we convinced Wayne to go out.  That made me happy, because I wanted Wayne to join me if we went to a party.  After dinner, we went to a fortune teller.  I was pretty against getting my fortune told, because I thought it kind of dumb.  I dont really want someone to tell me my future for me.  I am already worried about what I am going to do as it is, why would I need to worry any more.  But Wayne and his friends thought otherwise, and they made me join them.  I just decided to take a different route with it, as I do with many things.  I thought it would be funny/ interesting to get to know her, rather than have her try to get to know me.  I asked her about where she was born, her upbringing and when she knew she was going to be a fortune teller ( to which she responded: since I was born...classic ).  After the fortune teller we went back to Waynes room, and got prepared for the night ahead.  We went to one of the girls rooms that I had met earlier, and conveniently was only one floor below us.  We hung out there and "pre-gamed" in her room before we left to go to a dance party on campus.  It was hard to convince Wayne to come out, but once he came in the girls' room there was no escaping the night ahead.  After what seemed like 20 people eventually came into the room, we decided to head out to the dance party.  It was maybe only a 5 minute walk to the dorm and when we got in, it was packed.  It was weird though.  I kind of felt like I was at a high school dance.  There was a small lingering of awkwardness in the air, and a pinch of explicit behavior on the dance floor.  It was interesting though.  But as soon as we got there Wayne decided to go back to his dorm,  on account of this wasn't his scene.  That kind of stunk because then I had no for sure friend to hangout with.  I mainly hung out with one of Wayne's friends at the dance, and another girlfriend of hers.  We were all dancing together, but at some points it seemed like the other friend wanted to go somewhere else, or do something else, and so I kind of felt like I was hiding them back.  So I told Wayne's "girl friend" that it was cool if they wanted to leave I could just go back to Wayne's dorm.  They insisted I stay, but I thought it would be a good time to walk back anyways.  I usually don't have tricks up my sleeve, but I thought hey, why not.  So when she asked me if I knew how to get back, I said well maybe kind of.  So she insisted on walking me back, even though it was a pretty simple walk.  #score.  So we walked and talked until we were in front of the dorm, and then we just talked.  We talked for awhile, and then I mentioned that we should walk and talk some more.  We ended up going into the nearest dorm lounge because it got so cold.  The extent of the night turned into talking for a good 2 hours, about her and what she likes to do, and some about me.  She is a totally interesting girl, and the nicest I have met.  At about 205 we decided to go back to Wayne's dorm, and when we walked in, we almost got lost because the dorms connect in a way.  We ended up finding our way back, but just as we were going the right direction, a girl I had met earlier that night walks out of her room with a Large Pizza from Papa John's and offers it to us, actually she rather just dropped it off.  So we sat and ate pizza for awhile, and talked some more, and at 230 I walked into Wayne's dorm.  What an awesome night.  Maybe not the best party scene, but totally entertaining.  Nighty.

Day 18

I woke up at 750 this morning, and went down to join Ross for breakfast.  I had another classic PB and J toast, with my insipid glass of water, and then got ready for the days work.  I knew that today I wasn't going to be outside much, so I didn't feel like putting on my working pants.  I kept my sweatpants on.  I wasn't sure if Zoelli had eaten or not, but I assumed she did because she usually eats before me, so when I saw her going downy he stars I followed her down, to find out that she was eating breakfast at 830.  #notchill.  I went back upstairs and stalled, until I felt obligated to start the morning chores, with or without Zoelli.  I am programmed to get to work as soon as I can because I don't want to be have to told to.  It is just something with pleasing whomever I am working for I guess.  As opposed to Zoelli.  I was actually kind of ticked off that she slept until 830.  Like yea, Harold won't say anything, but I mean we were already waking up late as it was.  I just thought it was kind of disrespectful, and I went out and did the chicken chores by myself.  I came in, and Zoelli offered to wash all the eggs, while I went down to the basement with Harold and start on our days work of soil blocks.  I started doing a few by myself, and then Zoelli came down, and while I made the blocks with my cookie cutter instrument, Zoelli seeded and pressed them down.  We had a pretty good system going.  We talked of many things like usual.  About my camp friends, and what I am doing tomorrow, which reminds me I have yet to say.  I am going to Colby College tomorrow to visit a friend from PV who goes there, but I am mainly visiting because I am applying to the school, and I would like to see if it is a good fit for me.  So I am stoked on the bon for that.  So Zoelli and I blocked for about 3 hours until lunch.  We made 16 blocks before lunch together.  We ate an early lunch because Harold and Laura were leaving for Boston.  So basically, after lunch Harold let me know that after I finished the 4 flats of soil, the day was over...classic.  What an easy day I thought.  So, Zoelli and I finished the last 4 flats, and then chilled out until 345 when I went out by myself and did the chicken chores alone again, just because I wasn't sure if Zoelli was asleep.  I brought the eggs back in, and did some SAT practice.  After feeling somewhat productive, I took a nice 2 hour nap.  What a nap it was.  I miss naps, because they make up for the lack I sleep during the night.  What a classic invention.  Naps.  I woke up just in time for dinner.  Ross cooked up some burgers, and I ate two of them.  I was curious as to know whether the boys would do grace, and to my surprise they led it.  Its funny, that just now, 6 days before I am going home, I finally feel comfortable partaking in the conversation with the boys.  It took me awhile, but I can finally add in my one liners, that I am oh so famous for.  They're all nice, at times extremely sarcastic, but funny nonetheless.  After dinner I took a shower, called some peeps, and nowI am just waiting until tomorrow to visit Colby.  Boo Yah.  Nighty.

Day 17

I woke up at 8 today because I thought I deserved a little sleep in time for my hard work yesterday.  Turns out I can probably wake up that late everyday if I subtract the word game play in my bed.  I went down to the kitchen and again made myself PB and J toast, with a glass of water.    As I was eating Laura asked me so is this Colby visit going to be informational, like going to a class, or social.  Well I don't think I will be going to a class, so more social I guess?  Are you kidding me.............. NICE LAURA.  AFter breakfast I got ready, and found out that Zoelli was going back to the cheese farm today, but a little later.  So we went and id the chicken chores.  Thank goodness we had no casualties, and then we started weeding inside the greenhouse.  I helped Harold move some broccoli plants out of the way for a new row of soil, and picked some parsley to help open up the row.  Parsley is amazing, maybe its my Passover speaking, but it reminds me of great times.  Not for what it stands for at Passover per say just the holiday itself.  After I bring in the leaves to Laura, I went back out and weeded with Zoelli for about 30 minutes until her cheese lady came to pick her up.  In those thirty minutes we managed to get into a pretty heated debate about medication.  Zoelli has high blood pressure but refuses to take medication for her illness.  We got into a huge argument about taking medication, and all Zoeli kept saying to me was you just need to go and inform yourself, and then make opinions about it.  And that got me upset because one, it sounded like I was ignorant on the topic, and two it sounded like she didn't actually know anything enough to tell me.  After I finally got some opinion out of her, it just sounded like a big conspiracy theory, which is dumb.  Take it, I have played with the idea before that hospitals and doctors are looking for money, always.  But then that wouldn't make any sense because then you can't trust anyone, and that is not a way to live your life.  After Josh came and told her that the cheese lady was ready, we ended the argument on a bad note, so bad in fact that she came back 10 minutes after walking out and trying to explain more about her position.  The whole argument was kind of dumb, but I didn't do much talking back even.  It was mainly her just spewing out the information she thought she had right in her head.  And who knows, maybe she is right.  But more likely not.  So after she left I weeded until 1230 and then came in for chicken soup.  I burnt my tongue on the first bite, which was terrible.  Burning your tongue is one of the all time worst things that can happen in a short period of time.  I could barely taste the rest of my meal, and dinner for that matter, AND my dessert.  After lunch I came back to my room, and rested, and was on the computer until 130, when I went down to the basement, and started to make soil blocks.  Like I was doing last night.  I had no problem doing them today because, one I started at 130 and two there was a whole lot less soil for me to fix up.  I worked pretty diligently, and started to get the hang of making soil blocks.  It only took me about an hour and forty five minutes to do eight trays worth of blocks, which was pretty fast.  I then went out and tried to wee dome of the spinach, but it was too cold to weed outside with nothing on my hands.  My hands got cold, and the soil was too hard for me to pull the weeds out, so I gave up.  I went to go find Zoelli, but turns out she went upstairs early, and did nothing.  Nice.  So I went and did the chicken chores, and washed the eggs, and then went to ask Josh if he needed help with  anything because it was pretty early by the time I finished, about 4.  Then Harold came back form the store with more soil, and asked if I wanted to do some more blocking.  I didn't say no, but I didn't say yes.  So we basically just set up the soil for tomorrow when he leaves, so it would be easy for me.  So tomorrow will be a long long day of soil blocking, but hopefully Zoelli will help and it will take half the time.  After I came in I rested for awhile, didn't do much, and then dinner was pasta, that tasted pretty bland.  But to counter the bland my Reese's, and three cupcakes came in huge.  After dinner I took a shower, and then Zoelli came in my room.  She wanted to apologize for her stance on the topic today, and wanted to make sure there was no "bad blood" between us.  Which there obviously wasn't because it was just a silly argument.  Later I called a bunch of people I haven't talked to in a while, and it as really nice.  Its always nice to catch up with people, even if you never really knew them very well.  Who's ever reading should do it to at least one person today.  On that note.  Nighty.

Day 16

I woke up at the alarm, and played back a few people like usual, and then went down for breakfast.  But the unusual thing was that no one was down in the kitchen...classic.  I made toast, and to my surprise there were new flavors of jelly in the fridge! #score.  I put the jelly on, and then proceeds to top the toast off with some peanut butter.  Why not I guess.  As I was eating Zoelli was waiting for the chefs lady to come pick her up,  because thats where she was working today.  And that meant that she would not actually be working but watching the cheese lay work.  Wish I could've gone.  So she left, and then slowly the family made their way down to breakfast, just as I was going outside to start the chores.  I went and fed the turkeys, and as I was going to feed, and collect eggs from, the chickens I noted a group huddled around something in the grass.  I walked over to find a dead chicken, but not just dead.  The chicken had been eaten out from the behind and no organs were left in her body.  Just the skeletal frame was visible from this hole in the rear side.  That was definitely the first time I have seen second hand chicken cannibalism.  I left the dead bird outside the fence so the birds couldn't peck at it anymore, and I went to the kitchen dropped off the eggs, and went back and watered the turkeys and chickens, and then picked up the eaten out chicken on my way back up.  I buried it, and went directly back to the kitchen to wash my hands, as Laura eyed me maliciously because I didn't take my boots off before I came in the house.  I went back out and decided to just weed what Zoelli and I didn't finish weeding yesterday.  I weeded for 3 and half hours, straight.  I wasn't dilly dallying either, because Josh was helping me, so I felt like I needed to work.  Weed after weed after weed.  AFter about the second hour Josh left, and I cold go a little slower, but I still worked pretty hard.  I worked long enough to have Harold come in and stop me for lunch.  I kind of did this on purpose because I wanted to show them that I was working hard ;).  I came in and washed my hands while the whole family was waiting for me.  We had chicken potatoes, and salad.  One thing I have forgotten to mention, is that the Grams don't use utensils to scoop out salad.  They will go along and just grab with their hands a generous portion for themselves.  This bothered me for awhile, but then I guess I got used to it, because I had to.  After lunch, I rested for awhile, and thought about doing some SAT prep but realized one section would take up my whole after lunch rest, so I didn't.  I went downstairs at 130 while Troy was painting inside the house, and I washed the morning eggs.  After I went back to weeding.  I weeded until 345, when Harold came in and told me he wanted to teach me how to plant spinach in the basement.  Now, I was planning to be done for the day in about another 30 minutes to an hour or so because that is what a usual day is like here, but as soon as Harold told me the news I knew it was going to be a long day.  So he brought me to the basement, which is kind of creepy in itself, and taught me how to scoop the soil up with a cookie cutter type tool, and then plant the seeds in each little divot that the cookie cutter tool also makes.  The cookie cutter tool has five little square slots, that you need to fill with soil, and then when you place the tool on the flat with all the soil, you slowly press down on the handle, and then there is a lever to release the blocks of soil, leaving five small squares of soil.  Each flat has enough room for 12 rows of five squares.  I finished filling 16 flats, and seeding them ( and after you stuff two seeds in the divot you have to press them down with a pencil eraser ) after dinner at 715.  When he first showed me what to do, I thought maybe I would be doing this tomorrow and he was just showing me now, so he wouldn't have to show me tomorrow, but when Harold decided to pour a mountain of new soil on to the table where I was collecting it, I knew he meant business.  After giving me some broken directions he told me had to go make dinner...So he expected me to finish this whole mound before dinner without any help?...I was actually kind aggravated because I had been working so hard all day.  When Zoelli isn't here I get down and dirty.  I was making sure that I was extremely focused while weeding today too, and then he loads this load on me.  I wouldn't of minded doing this job if it were tomorrow morning or something, but it was 430 when I actually started.  Looking back a few hours ago, I was a lot more mad, then I should have been , because when I finally finished at 715 I felt pretty accomplished.  I was angry that Zoeli got to do nothing today, and the fact that I was busting my butt during the day.  I worked a total of 9 hours today, and I guess I can say that that was my longest on this farm by far.  The reason it felt so much longer than at Whitmore is because here I am constantly working.  When you weed you stay in the same spot for the most part, there isn't much walking around.  With so many animals at Whitmore, I was driving around in the JD and walking around for a good portion of my time.  Anyways I am glad that its over, hopefully I won't have to work this late until I leave for home.  One more thing.  Zoelli has gotten extremely curious about my blog, and has asked me more than once if I can show her the url to my blog.  I have just squeaked by, by either saying Oh its on my Facebook page!  or, Oh I forgot the url actually.  I don't really want her to read it because, 1. we already talk about what I write about during the day and 2. I talk about her on here too.  I never thought about creating close relationships with other woofers, and writing about them in my blog, but I guess that happened.  Hopefully, it blows over.  Well I am exhausted and I want to get to read and work on SAT garbage.  Nighty.

Day 15

I woke up pretty tired again, and laid in my bed for a couple minutes playing words with friends.  I went down to breakfast not sure of what I was going to have, because I was totes mcgotes not in the mood for eggs again.  I had more than enough yesterday.  I scraped out the jelly with my knife onto the buttered toast I  had.  I asked Laura what she wanted me to do with cans, and she responded by saying how come you didn't use all of the jelly?  I thought I did quite the scrape job, but I guess that just says something about her family.  So she handed me a icing spreader, and I scraped even more out of the already empty jar.  It was good to reunite with the jelly and toast.  I ate without seeing Zoelli ever come down, which was weird because she usually comes 5 minutes after I get down.  I went upstairs and the first thought I had was that she was still sleeping.  I put my ear to her door, but I didn't hear anything.  By this time is 815 and it would've been very unlike her if she was still sleeping.  She came out of another room of the house where she gets computer service, and surprised me.  She had waken up so early, and eaten breakfast, that I was still sleeping.  Classic Zoelli. I got ready, and was wondering when the deliveries were going to be made, because I wanted to buy new headphones, but also stock up on some candy.  So I went down and started the morning chores, and did the usual routine.  After the animals Zoelli and I went to start weeding this incredibly atrocious lettuce row.  We weed for about five minutes until Zoelli asked me if I wouldn't mind plugging in my iPhone to her speakers so she could hear some music.  My first response was selfish, because I was jamming out already, but then after some quick thought I gave her the iPhone.  I couldn't even hear the music she was playing because the fans were going off, and I was too far away, but whatever I think she was happy.  We ended up talking for awhile, not listening to very much music.  Just after 2 hours of "weeding", Josh came in and told me to get ready.  So I went up to the barn with him, and helped him unload, and then load some deliveries in the van, and we were good to go.  We got in the van, and I was excited to be leaving the farm even just for a little bit.  The first 10 minutes of the car seemed to be quite awkward because Josh is such a quiet guy.  So i started the conversation, about what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.  Turns out, Josh doesn't want to take over the farm, which is strange because you'd think when you are 31 and know more about the family farm then your father does, you would be taking it over one day.  He is a computer engineer, and wants to find his way back to computers one day.  I learned a lot of new things about Josh this car ride, and turns out he's a pretty funny guy.  It still is strange that he is 13 years older than I am.  He made some deliveries while I sat in the car, and then we stopped at Rite Aid.  I walked in, and saw shelves on shelves of candy, but I reminded myself to have composure.  I checked out the headphones, and wasn't particularly keen on buying any of them, so Josh offered to go to Radio-shack.  As we walked out of Rite Aid I wondered if I would get another chance to buy candy, but I ignored the thought.  We went to Radio-shack and I felt obligated to buy a pair of headphones there, because of their abundant selection.  I bought a pair of apple headphones, and as I was checking out we got on the topic of where I was from.  They thought it very peculiar that I was buying headphones in Farmington when I was all the way from Los Angeles.  Then Josh told her about the farm we stay at, and she says is it the old Chiropractic farm?  And the moment she said that, I was taken aback.  I had no idea people knew about the farm I was working at.  But then Josh cooled me down with " welcome to maine", implying that everyone knows everything around here.  I still thought it was cool.  So we walked out of the store, but I still had the candy dilemma.  Fortunately, as we went out of the parking lot Josh turned the wrong way, and was heading towards Walmart.  I said quickly, hey do you think I could stop into Walmart to get some candy....Yea sure, I need to turn around anyway.  YES!  He puled in and I jumped out of the car, and as soon as I entered the store I had a permanent smile on my face.  I first found the cupcakes, an instant classic.  From there I went to the cash register candy section and picked out two starburst packs, a hershey almond bar, a reuses bar, and to top it off: an almond joy bar.  I was at the cash register when these fruit chews caught my eye, so I thought hell why not.  When I was in the store I felt like my first time driving a car by myself.  Like I was in complete control of my life, and what I wanted to put in my body.  It was amazing.  The whole dessert-fest amounted to 8 dollars.  I ran back to the van, as happy as a little boy, and back to the farm for us!  On the way home I got a terrible case of tired.  I kept falling asleep but waking myself up, because I didn't want to fall asleep.  I dint want to have to have Josh wake me up or anything for some reason.  I don't know why I was trying so hard to stay awake to be honest.  We got back to the farm, and I ran up to my room, like a kid with a new legos set, and stowed my candy in my duffel.  I went down for lunch, and we had leftovers.  I don't mind the leftovers here because they are leftovers throughout the week so it is a wide variety to choose from.  And maybe we will have food that I hadn't eaten in like 4 days, so the leftovers in Maine are fine.  After lunch I rested and then went back out to work at 130.  Zoelli and I weeded the spinach while talking, because she hates when I just listen to my iPhone while she is there.  I just see it as that we are trying to get work done, and I like to listen to music so make that process go faster.  So we talked and weeded until 430, and then went to go feed the animals.  The turkeys were looking like they wanted to get out of their cage, and so I went to Josh, and asked him about the Turkeys.  The response he gave to me why they keep them in such close quarters was one I was hoping for.  Oh just because its essay for us, and thats the way we have always done it.  This gave me much room for contemplation, because that means that they could be placed anywhere!  They could be placed in one of the larger coop houses on new grass, with room to run around in.  The only problem with my new plans, is that it would make more work for them, and the fact that they don't care any near as much as I do.  So I don't know how my Turkey plans will work out, but I need to figure them out some more.  Another plan I need to figure out some more, is one that I presented to Zoelli today just randomly.  We were talking about fast food restaurants and I came up with some sort of a resolution to the quality of food.  I proposed a plan that instead of the big corporations feeding the cattle with hormones, and inhumanely, why don't they have free range cattle and raise them organically.  Yea, it would be more work, but this is where the current economic depression comes into play.  People could have jobs with helping raise these free range cattle.  It would create so many more jobs for people around the country because of how many fast food places there are in the US.  Now it was just a thought, because as I thought more about, there tended to be many more cracks.  First off raising cattle organically takes ten times as long as it does for the hormone fed cows.  That means that it would be unprofitable for huge corporations.  So in the end I concluded that the government would need to subsidize the big corps, but then the whole plan falls apart.  In theory, it was a good thought, but maybe not in real life.  Anyways the rest of the day was slow, we had bagels and sausage for dinner, then Zoelli and I treated ourselves to a cupcake each.  And then I had another one after, and some more candy.  Now I am just listening to the pitter patter of rain outside my window.  Nighty.

Day 14

I have been sleeping until my alarm on a consistent basis; must mean I am working hard or something.  I went to the bathroom, and then went down for breakfast.  I planned out my breakfast in my head so that I knew what I was making.  I was gonna make scrambled eggs, and put them on top a cheese filled piece of toast, and then tomatoes on top of all of that.  It sounds a lot better than it was.  Laura and Harold were both gone this morning because of church and another seminar.  So, what that meant to Zoelli was that we could take the morning super easy.  I guess so.  So we went out to start chicken chores around 845 which is pretty late.  We got that done, and I fed the Turkeys.  Zoelli went in to wash the eggs, and I watered the chickens, and then went directly to the unpicked chard.  I picked for a good two hours, while Zoelli and Josh picked some more spinach.  The chard isn't that hard to pluck, but sometimes you get a really difficult root, that doesn't want to budge.  It wasn't too hard on my arms, but my back really hurt by the end, and my fingers especially.  I think gripping the root really did number on my fingers.  After the chard, I went and picked some spinach with Zoelli before lunch.  We talked a good amount, and worked a less amount.  This time I think we talked about...probably more life.  Classic.  Then we went in for lunch, and we were having chicken soup.  I am a huge fan of bread with soup, because the bread absorbs the liquid so nicely.  It just works out.  Lunch was pretty silent, we didn't talk much at the table.  After lunch I came up to my room, and searched for a sweater that I would pay lots of money for.  There is a new trend called Cat Daddying that hit the media about a year ago, and in one of their follow up videos one of the guys is wearing a sweater that says "b!*tch I go to work" which is a line in their song.  I think it would be hilarious to wear this kind of sweater with a collared shirt and tie, or something or other.  #classicirony.  On top of that I was in the spirit for doing some Cat Daddying of my own out on the farm.  I was dancing a good majority of the day today.  After lunch I had big plan of cutting wood until dinner, so I got all my materials, and went out to the pile.  The thing I dislike most about cutting wood is the preparation I think.  I hate bringing everything out, marking the logs, etc.  I don't mind moving them or cutting just everything before and after those two things.  As I was going through my first round of cutting the muffler popped out again. This time I knew not to pick it up, but that was the day for cutting.  Which is lame, because I was in the  mood.  I put all the stuff away, and then went to go pick some more chard.  Zoelli always asks me why I stare off into space all the time.  Haha, I think its funny because half of the time its just at the scenery, and that I am taking a break.  I love taking it all in, because I'm here so I might as well.  Zoelli and I finished picking the chard together, and then because it was so early decided to start weeding one of the greenhouses.  Boy was that broccoli bed clustered with weeds.  It will take a whole day if not more to clean those rows.  We talked in spanish, and weeded for about 45 minutes, and but hat mite it was fair game to start doing the afternoon chores.  I went inside to get the egg basket and while I was there I asked Laura where I could get a new pair of headphones because mine broke.  Harold interrupted and told me that tomorrow he would be making some deliveries, and there was a Wall-Mart nearby.  Perfect!  Just what I have been waiting for.  Muahahaha.  I get to load up on candy, and desserts.  So hopefully that plan falls through.  After we finished the chores, I came upstairs and did some SAT prep, and then have been compute ring and calling friends/ rents/ reading.  So hopefully tomorrow works out.  Nighty.

Day 13

I must've been tired again since I woke up at my alarm, and was not happy.  I could barely open my eyes to go to the bathroom.  I went downstairs, and put some toast in the toaster.  Classic routine.  But, then I forgot that I had used all the jelly yesterday, and ended up just putting butter on my bread.  #notok.  I barely managed to get the cardboard down my throat, with help from my tasteless water.  I went upstairs and got ready, and ended up putting on some damp pants because my laundry load didn't dry properly last night.  I tucked the ends of my pants in my socks so that they wouldn't get drenched by the early morning dew.  I forgot to mention that yesterday I started wearing the boots they had here.  When I first got here I originally couldn't get my feet into them.  Yesterday I could barely get them in, but sacrificed it for wet socks.  Today I did the same.  It is a world of difference.  So I did the rounds, and everything seemed to be in place.  I watered the chickens, and then went straight to the greenhouse to pick spinach.  Apparently we needed 45 POUNDS of spinach.  Yesterday when I picked for 3 hours and filled two buckets, that was maybe equivalent to 4 pounds.  So Zoelli and I picked for awhile, and talked about the family some more.  Nothing new there.  Talked about how shy Josh is, and how it is unhealthy to be cooped up in this house 24/7.  Talked about everyone else while we were at it.  Josh came in later and helped us pick spinach without his shirt on?  Which I thought was strange, because it wasn't that hot, but whatever.  #yougojosh.  After I picked a full bucket, I asked Josh what else I could do, and he said I should go cut wood.  I let him know that I was a little timid because the whole load was about to fall.  He offered to take control of that mission, and sent me to take out the swiss chard plants.  He showed me how to do it properly.  You have to loosen the root with the pitchfork, then grab the root and just yank 'er out.  Thing is these roots are huge.  They are probably the size of a small tree.  I ended up ditching the pitchfork, because it got easier as I picked more, but dang those things are really rooted in there; even when they are dead.  So i spent a good hour and a half tearing out these thick deep roots.  After I muscled the plants out of the soil I loaded them in the cart, and when the cart was full i duped them in the compost pile.  There were a few that took a couple real nice tugs to get out.  You kind of have to not only pull the root but move it around as well, in a circular motion.  I did this until lunch, and jstu as I was about to go in to the house I noticed Josh was about to cut into the wave of wood.  I watched from a distance so that he couldn't see.  I was just waiting for the mountain to fall, and wen it did Josh ran out of the way just in time, to let 7 humungous logs tumble down. I watched from the kitchen window.  Lunch was homemade calzones.  And I have to say, to this date it was the beset meal I have had here.  They were super soft, and just really classic.  We even had a decent conversation at lunch too.  It made up to be a pretty classic meal.  Harold was gone at a Chiropractic Seminar.  I went up to my room after lucy, and did a practice SAT section, and then surfed the web until 130.  I went out and met Josh by the wood, and now I had ample amount of wood to cut.  So, I went to work.  I marked as much wood as I could see, reloaded the chainsaw with fuel and oil, put in my ear plugs, put on the gloves, and did it big.  After I cut I take a short break, on my phone.  Then I go and move all of the logs I just cut, and then I take an even longer break on my phone.  The wood is insanely heavy, and I get super tired after I move them, that the only cool down is sitting on a bench and playing some words with friends.  I worked on wood for 2 and a half hours, until my arms were dead.  It was 415 by then, and I went to go help Zoelli pick some spinach.  We ended up talking more than picking, but we got the container filled.  After we did the chores.  As we were walking down to the chicken coop, I noticed the Turkeys trying to get out of the cage.  It was like a sign.  I mean to be fair, some of the Turkeys are taller than 3 ft, so they are constantly bending their necks.  How uncomfortable.  I still have yet to ask Harold, but I am making it my mission to try and devise a plan for those birds.  The rest of the afternoon was pretty routine.  As is many of the days here.  I asked the eggs, came up to my room and took a small nap.  Woke up and had Stanley Steaks.  They were terribly tough, and almost inedible.  The mashed potatoes were the golden dish of the meal.  After dinner I showered, and then called my pops, and then longed for some dessert so settled for apples and honey again.  I think tomorrow I am going to ask if I can go to the nearest store for some headphones, or something or other because on of my earphones broke.  I need some chocolate/ sweets.  We will see how tomorrow unfolds.  Anyways.  Nighty.

Day 12

I woke up at 727 today and then went back to sleep until my alarm went off.  I had to wait for the bathroom again, and then went down for breakfast.  Zoelli was going to a cheese farm today to learn how to make cheese, and I had forgot completely.  She had already eaten, and gotten dressed.  I made myself some toast, again, and Harold told me the plans for today.  A pretty laid back day, since it was raining and all.  I was supposed to basically pick spinach for the day.  You might think that this sounds like an hour job, maybe hour and a half, but you're wrong.  Picking two full 96 ft row of spinach took me about 3 hours.  I started the day with the chicken chores, and thankfully none of them were dead.  I fed them collected the eggs, and then fed the turkeys.  I have been thinking about the turkeys a lot lately.  They keep the turkeys in a 3ft by 10ft box, that the 12 turkeys can barely walk around in.  I have been researching about domestic turkeys, as to further my knowledge of why they would keep the bigger birds in a smaller space.  After my information gathering, I still can't seem to find a reason why they do this, besides the fact that it is easy.  I am going to try to propose a solution with Harold about letting them roam free in a fence type deal, and see what he has to say about it.  So after the chicken chores, I washed the eggs, and then I went to the spinach greenhouse, and picked for a very long time.  You see if the leaf is a glossy verdant, and if so then you pick right beneath the leaf, on the stem, and put her in the bucket.  I have different positions while picking the leaves.  I either stand over the row and use both hands, and go lightning speed, but this way hurts my back the most.  Or, I sit on the ground and pick from my side, this way isn't the most effective because its hard to reach to the other side when sitting on one.  I switch off from the two pretty frequently.  I also started to do russian twists while I am sitting down, to get a workout, but also because it makes me back feel better.  I listened to music, play some words with friends, and picked spinach for awhile.  After I filled one bucket I went into the first greenhouse, where Zoelli and I were weeding yesterday.  We never actually finished so I thought I would finish, and also picking spinach for that long gets boring.  I began weeding, and thinking about my college essays, an thinking about when I get home, and thinking about if when I get home I would go to a fast food restaurant after what I have gone through the past couple months.  Whether I would leave my humane side out of sight out of mind, or I would carry with me the feelings I have while I am here.  Harold called me in for lunch, and to my surprise it was deli style.  Boo yah.  I love deli style because I can customize the sandwich to what I love, and I also use love sandwiches in general.  As I sat down with my concoction i noticed Laura starting to eat, but I knew we hadn't done grace yet.  But I thought hell if she's eating I don't see why I can't ( maybe they'll skip grace today ).  So i took two huge bites, and then everyone reached out for grace...classic.  #noob.  Lunch was fine, but the setup was kind of weird since Zoelli wasn't here.  It was Troy, Ross, and Josh on one side of the table, Harold and Laura at the heads, and me on the other side.  It felt like a panel or something.  I gotta say, as nice as Ross is to me when I ask him for help, he is a little shit.  he complains about everything.  Sometimes its so sarcastic, that you can't even tell if he is complying, and sometimes he is just straightforward.  I have also noticed that Ross has the look of, when you are wearing glasses and you scrunch your nose up to your forehead, almost to raise your glasses, all of the time.  Don't get me wrong I think there is clearly more to Ross than I know, and as I said before he has always been helpful to me, but classic Ross I guess.  So I went upstairs relaxed did some SAT work, and then went back to weeding.  After I finished weeding I picked a bunch of cherry tomatoes.  It wasn't the most exciting, but it was a change from bending my back all day.  They usually come in pairs, or families, and you have to pick the excruciatingly bright red ones.  You pick them off in a certain way so that some of the stem stays on.  After the tomato picking, I went back and picked another whole row of spinach.  This took even longer, because this spinach hadn't been picked before so the amount of leaves was ten fold, what the other row was.  I passed the time by dancing a little bit, singing a lot of bit, and thinking the most.  I think it would be hilarious to keep a camera on me any random day.  The amount of quirky things I do, and little dance moves is classic.  It would be embarrassing for me to watch, but what do I care.  After the spinach I hung outside in the rain, until I was drenched, and then went to do the afternoon chores. I fed the chickens, and the turkeys again.  I told Zoelli that the day I leave I am going to set all the turkeys free, and if they lose all their sales for thanksgiving because of me then so be it.  Turkeys will be turkeys.  #lolbvijokingthough.  I went inside and washed some more eggs, and then Zoelli came back from her cheese escapades.  She said she had an awesome time, and even learned how to make Brie cheese.  So not fair, that sounds like an awesome time.  After I went upstairs Zoelli followed me in my room, and we talked for awhile, but she was hounding me to know the url of my blog.  I couldn't exactly tell her, because it would be kind of awkward.  We are friends on Facebook however, so bam.  We sat and researched things on my bed and she chilled for awhile, a little too long though.  Then it was time for dinner and a load of laundry.  I was fresh out of boxers.  We had lasagna for dinner, which was very enjoyable, and then...no dessert.  How classic.  After dinner I got my laundry showered, and went to call the ol rents.  I went out in the rain and took a little walk while I was talking.  The rain is awesome.  I have loved it nice I can remember, and especially just a light drizzle, which it is now.  It was good calling my Maj and Pop.  They made me realize how soon I will be home.  Goodness, twelve days.  Anyways, its almost past my bedtime.  nighty

Day 11

I was exhausted last night, as apparent by sleeping until my alarm rang.  I woke up and and had an unusual urge to go pee, but classic case of there is only one bathroom in the house so I had to wait 15 minutes until I could get to use it.  I went down for breakfast, and I threw an egg on to the stove like it was routine, and had a nice scrambled eggs on toast combo for brek.  I ate half awake, and went to brush my teeth and get dressed, but Zoelli was taking extra long in the bathroom this morning.  Finally I got in, brushed my teeth and put in new contacts.  #mylastpair.  I went down to start the chores, and Zoelli met me when I was outside.  Just as we were coming up to the coops, I noticed one chicken outside the electric fence, running around. ?.  I picked her up and put her back in the coop, but boy was that strange.  I thought I knew where she got out, so I put the fence up tighter, and then I heard Zoelli call my name.  I rushed over to find 4 dead chickens linearly lying next to the fence.  The fence was knocked over a bit, and there were feathers spewed on the ground.  It was a strgane sight, I to be honest I didn't really know what to make of it.  We each carried two chickens, and buried them in the compost pile.  Then as we went to go collect eggs, we each found another dead bird in the coops.  Uhhh...  So we moved those chickens, and in total we found six, so something must not be going right.  After the chicken escapades, we washed eggs, and then Harold told me the tasks for the rest of the day.  Weeding a whole row in the greenhouse.  A whopping 96 feet.  Party time.  And he also wanted me to hoe three "tweener rows" that you can walk on.  The worst part of all of this was that because the lettuce had to be washed, Josh, Troy, and Harold were all in the same greenhouse, so there wasn't much talking going on between Zoelli and I.  I have mentioned in earlier posts that Troy is the handyman, and a carpenter, but once he gets talking about his work he doesn't stop.  His nasally voice just keeps rambling on and on about some 36 inch frame, and how ridiculous that is.  And Josh is no help either, he just keeps feeding Troy the questions, and it is a never ending cycle.  After a certain point I had to plug my iPod in.  The ridiculously boring conversation slowly transformed into muffled noises.  Thank goodness.  It also helps to listen to music while weeding, because music puts you in a different place.  I am pretty good with remembering the first time I have ever heard a song, so when I listen I just go to different memories.  Zoelli thought that she should go get her speakers so we would be able to both hear the music, which I wasn't opposed to, but I didn't want to get a noise violation from Harold.  She brought out her speakers, and wanted me to set up a Pandora account so we could both choose artists from which we knew.  I wasn't that down to put that much effort in to the music system, and I didn't want to seem like I wasn't working if one of them came in.  I kind of avoided the whole conflict while Zoelli met with a customer who spoke spanish.  This neighbor was from the Dominican Republic, and Zoelli and her hit it off the day before I came a week and a half ago.  Today they talked briefly and she gave Zoelli her number if she ever wanted to come over.  We got back to weeding and Zoelli apologized to me if her wanting me to put on Pandora made me uncomfortable.  I told her not to worry about it.  We went in for lunch shortly after that and had a chicken and potato lunch, which I am figuring out to happen at least once every few days.  These were the chickens I potentially killed, which made me uncomfortable, but not enough to not eat them.  Nice me.  After lunch I hung out in my room and did a SAT section because the two I did last night didn't turn out so well, so I wanted to prove myself..to myself?  I did super well, and then after went on the computer for a little, and by that time it was time to start the afternoon work.  Which was weeding.  We went back out and started weeding again, but this time I finally took the time to create a Pandora account so we could both enjoy music.  After some time just weeding and having casual conversation about life, we got on the topic of my watch.  She jokes all the about how much I check my watch, and why I do it so much.  This harmless topic turned into a full blown argument, and by the end of our hour long debate I was heated.  I don't like arguing because I am a super defensive person, and half the time even if I know that I am wrong, I keep up my side of the argument just so that I won't lose.  Its a really bad policy because in the end, you feel twice as dumb.  However, this argument I had some truth.  Zoelli was pointing out that look at my watch all the time, and said subconsciously this might turn me into always following a strict schedule and being pressured by time.  I think i became so defensive because I didn't like how the end result looked for me, and because how she was generalizing how much I actually do look at my watch.  In the end it was a ridiculous argument that dragged out much to long, and hit a bumpy turn when I said I don't want to finish this argument because of this language barrier.  Which I said without thinking.  it was possibly the worst thing to say, because I hurt her feelings more than defend why I didn't want to argue anymore.  After the whole thing we each compromised on what we were arguing, and we mainly just got closer because of it.  We ended up talking about the age difference between us, 10 years, and how that affected our argument standpoints, and then ventured off into career choices, and what makes people happy.  It was a brilliant conversation, and a burning topic in my mind for the past year.  Do half of the people that choose Business as a major actually like the idea of working with numbers and money, or do they just figure if they major in Business they are more likely to make more money than a bunch of other majors.  I have a hard time accepting that.  I want to go into a major that I am so fanatic about, that I don't want it to feel like schoolwork.  This talk went on until we finished our work, and I had an awesome time contemplating it all.  After washing up, we had chicken pasta for dinner and I had about three servings.  The worst part is the dessert situation.  So tonight I went down and put granola and honey in a bowl with some cut up apples.  #thebesticoulddo.  It was fine, but I have had better desserts.  Anyways sell counting down the days ;).  Nighty.

Day 10

I had an awesome sleep last night.  I woke up at 7 and then fell back asleep until my alarm went off.  I went down for breakfast, and just as I was about to put jelly on my toast, I reached for an egg.  Threw her on the stove, and had an amazing breakfast.  #youhavetoriskittogetthebiscuit.  I took my time eating breakfast, and as I was leaving he mentioned something about cutting wood, and then looked to Zoelli and told her, her duties today.  Well, I wasn't all that thrilled about cutting wood because I had done it all yesterday, but whatever.  Then just as I was about to go outside to do chicken chores he told me I could do it after lunch.  So Zoelli and I did the chicken chores, filled the water containers, and I came inside to wash all of the eggs.  I went back out and helped Zoelli, picking some tomatoes in the greenhouse, while Harold also helped us.  It was strange that he was helping us because it was mainly a two person job.  It was almost like he was just making sure we were doing our work.  He left soon after, and her and I had a conversation in spanish.  Sometimes when we think that someone is near, or listening she will talk in spanish and sometimes I respond.  So we were about halfway done with our job, when Harold came in, and told me that the weather forecast for the next two days were strictly rain, so point being that I should go cut some wood.  So i got all my gear, and took some time analyzing the enormous mountain of wood.  You have to do this almost, just to know what wood will fall, and which will stay put.  So I marked a bunch of logs, and went to town.  I cut a handful, but thats the easy part.  The hard part is moving them all.  I have a hard time lifting one side the oversize logs...classic.  It also stinks because you get so hot lifting al the wood, that you have to wear a t-shirt but, when you don't have anything to cover your forearms, they get all cut up by the wood.  I have scratches down to my elbow.  I take frequent breaks when I cut wood, because it is so exhausting.  But i like it, because I am knocking two birds with one stone.  I am helping out the fam, and I am getting a solid workout.  I came in at about 12, and sorted the washed eggs.  For lunch we had a little beef stew, and some cheese bread that Laura made.  It wasn't much of cheese bread, take it I am the biggest fan of cheese, so when I like cheese bread its mainly cheese with a side of bread.  I have noticed many a time now, that as we are saying grace, just as we say amen, Laura squeezes my hand just a little bit.  It is kind of strange, but she does it every time.  Classic Laura.  After the meal, I went back out to cut some more wood...yay.  So i took my time again, and wanted to roll the top trees to the ground.  I decided to just cut the woo don the ground first.  After I moved all of that wood I tried to move the top logs, but they weren't budging.  After 20 minutes of failing, I gave up.  I went and put away all the told, and I was glad to be done.  All in all I probably was cutting wood for 4 hours today.  I went and helped Zoelli pick up some hoed plants, when Harold summoned me to help him move the chicken coops.  I was excited that they were finally moving the bird's coops because they had been there for about a week and a half now, and when all the grass has been eaten, and they are all chillin' in their own poo its not healthy; but, I was not stoked to move all of the fencing.  There are four lengths of fencing with 26 stakes on the bottom, and each stake is about 4ft away from each other.  It took much too long to move all of this fencing.  The only fun part was rounding up all the chickens in their coop's before we moved the entire thing.  I had done a lot of herding at Whitmore, so I was a trained professional.  Its kind of fun too, its like a  game.  A harmless one.  We rounded them all up pretty easily.  I had some trouble with one or two but after cornering them they would sometimes just run into the fence and get caught, and then I could take them out and put them in the cage.  Then I waited for Harold to get the tractor and pull the coops.  While he pull the coops I had to go inside and bang a plate, so that the chickens would stay towards the front of the coop, because sometimes the coop runs them over.  After we moved them we put all the fencing back up ( which took me about 3 seconds to write, but an hour to actually do ).  Then I had to move the trashcans full of chicken feed into each of the coops.  Zoeli and I had filled these trashcans to the brim a couple days before, as means to not have to fill them again.  But oblivious to the fact that we would have to move them.  I had to shimmy these immensely heavy trashcans into each coop, and with the wood workout this was not a cool down exercise.  After all of this, I thought I was finally done, but Harold called and thought we should cover the wood with tarp, from the rain.  So we manage to cover about 3/4 of the wood with tarp, so that the wood won't get messed up by the water.  By then it was so late that Laura came out and called us in for dinner.  That was a first.  We had hamburgers from the cow that was bought back yesterday, and I have to say they were good, but in a guilty sort of way.  After dinner, I didn't do much, just came up to my room, waited for Zoelli to finnish her 30 minute shower, and then went downstairs, past Troy and Ross playing video games on the computer, eyes glued to the screen, like a middle schooler would, and then went to call maj.  So now I'm tired as balls.  Nighty.

Day 9

I woke up today at 745, and wasn't sure what time the chicken slaughtering was beginning.  I thought that it might be starting early, so in somewhat of a rush I got downstairs to eat breakfast.  I did the classic toast with jelly, because for some reason I am intimidated to make eggs.  Just as I got downstairs Ross said happy birthday mom! and she said thanks sweetie, and then I thought it would be polite if I said Oh, happy birthday! To which she responded "haha".  What the hell?  Who says that to a happy birthday.  Anyways,   at breakfast I learned that the slaughtering wouldn't commence until 830, so I had plenty of time.  I washed up, and did the chicken chores first.  Now though, there were only two coops to go to.  In the second coop, a bird was sitting in the corner, normally where eI find a random egg or two, so I didn't think much of it.  However, the bird didn't move, the whole time I was there, so I decided to pick it up.  The bird was just about dead, almost paralyzed.  I laid it back down, and put the eggs back in the house, and came back to find it completely dead.  I carried it out of its pasteur and as I was walking with the dead bird in my hand, the birds that normally surrounded me, gave me a clear path like the red sea.  I went and buried the bird, and said what Zoelli would say.  I then went and washed the eggs, and while I was watching I had this terribly anxious feeling.  I know it had something to do with the slaughtering.  I was worried that it would be a big deal, and it would change me.  I decided I just had to go and get it done with.  I put on a shirt I didn't mind getting bloody and walked toward the barn.  As I got closer and closer I could hear the shrill cries of the chickens as Troy was placing the birds in each metal cone, heads down.  That was the procedure.  Troy would put each chicken in head down, slit their throat, wait until all the blood dripped out, and then washed the bird.  Ross was waiting for the washed bird and would throw the chicken into a cotton candy looking like machine that would strip the chicken bare of its feathers, and would toss the chicken around and around.  Ross would then hand the birds to Harold and Zoelli who were cutting the legs, and heads off the chickens ( and then throwing them from the top floor of the barn to the bottom through a small crack in the ground ), and placing the body in a bucket with cold water.  Then Josh would take the bodies out of the cold water and eviscerate them.  So I stood around and watched for about 5 minutes, until I decided that I wanted to at least try my hand at the assembly line.  So I was given a pair of gloves and a knife and I was shown what do: cut right in the chickens knee cap, and then wrestle the legs off.  Then cut the trachea, and reach behind the skull with a  firm grip and crack! Then toss the remains to the bottom floor to compost.  The first cut through the trachea, hit me hard.  I felt like i was cutting my own trachea.  It was a terrible feeling, and I was only dealing with a dead bird...Troy on the other hand was almost having fun killing these birds.  He would say shut up birds you're gonna die in a minute anyways.  And Ross was adding to the inhumanity that was going on.  With the environment, and the feeling of the skull on my finger, and then swiftly cracking it back; it was all too much.  I told them that was enough for me and I went to chop wood.  I didn't really care if they thought I was a wuss, or anything because personally I was not ok with the way they handled the slaughtering.  At least at Whitmore they stunned the animals before they killed them.  Here they were almost patronizing the animals.  So I cut wood to clear my mind, and get one hell of a workout.  Cutting wood is a hard job, but I enjoy it.  I measure the right amount of feet and mark it then saw it off and move it to its respective place in a pile.  I did this until lunch, and then came in and had some time to spare before the meal.  We had pesto pasta, and shrimp for lunch, and then for Laura's birthday we had homemade angel cake with homemade ice cream.  I still don't quite understand why we had the cake at lunch instead of after dinner, but I guess its just another thing on the list to add to their eating idiosyncrasies.  After lunch, I hung out in my room until it was time to go down, but Zoelli was taking some extra time, and it wasn't until Lauara actually came up the stairs to tell us that we need to start working.  Nice Laura.  So Zoelli and I went back out to put some compost over the soil in one of the greenhouses, and we only got halfway done when Harold came out, and told me he would help me cut wood.  There was a wave of wood that need to be rolled down, and I wanted some help.  So we rolled down about 6 or 7 logs to the ground, and I went on a cutting spree.  I cut for about 45 minutes, and then moved all the tree parts and made some new piles.  This took me awhile, and gave me quite the workout.  At around 4 I decided I had been cutting for long enough, and hung up my chainsaw.  I then did the afternoon chicken chores, and collected very few eggs, and fed the chickens and turkeys, and by that time it was 445.  Zoelli and I called it a day, and I went upstairs to write yesterdays blog, and then Harold needed help moving things.  The cow they brought to the butcher a week ago, had come back in small white packages, of 7 large boxes.  I helped move the boxes from the car to the refrigerators.  After moving all of the boxes I called the ol rents, and worked on some blog and SAT stuff and now I am here.  A pretty strange day.  I wanted to have a new crazy experience and I got one.  My rationale was that I eat meat on the regular and I have never seen an animal get killed firsthand, let alone kill one myself.  So I thought it would be a grand idea to step in those shoes.  Now, having witnessed and basically ripped off the skulls of the chickens, I can say that I do care about how animals are killed.  I think from this day forward it should matter to me what kind of meat I am eating, and how the animal was raised.  It just is terrible how good McDonalds tastes though...classic.  But in reality, its hard to say that I would go vegetarian.  I like meat, and I think it is a necessity to eat, because of how the food chain works, primarily, but I can't stand to kill an animal myself?  I don't really get that.  I mean I basically did today, but its kind of a puzzle.  What I have concluded, is what I said before.  I think that killing an animal humanely is major kudos points.  I would like to say that is how i will live my lifestyle forever, but I know thats not true, because things are always changing.  I will say though, that this experience has had an impact on me for sure.  So I uploaded pictures there are some on the right hand side of the page and on this post. I tried to capture the chards awesome color, but failed. #iphone3GS.  I also took a picture of ice that froze in a water container for the turkeys that I took out one morning. With that I am out.  Nighty. 

Day 8

The day before I forgot to mention that my mom texted me reminding me that a girl I have known since kindergarten, Andrea, goes to Harvard.  Last night I texted her and we set plans up to grab lunch before I left to come back to my farm.  I went to bed at around 3 so I pushed the time back from 12 to 1, and even that was still too early.  I barely woke up at 12 on the floor of Alex's dorm, and went to go shower.  I showered in the boys bathroom, and then got dressed, and was on my way to Harvard.  I almost got lost in the Train Station, but luckily a grouchy employee saved the day.  I got to Harvard around 1 and walked onto campus.  I saw Andrea walking from her dorm, and was super stoked to see another friend from Palos Verdes.  We embraced, and both were in shock that I was in Boston.  We talked just a little bit about what I was doing this year, and about her Softball team before we walked into the Pizza restaurant we were about to eat at.  We saw one of her friends from the softball team and her boyfriend, who coincidentally used to live in Palos Verdes, but is a year older.  #PalosVerdesinBoston.  We war seated at the restaurant and, to be honest, I was expecting some mediocre, california pizza kitchen esc. restaurant.  Turns out the balsamic and Prosciutto pizza was quite possibly the best I have ever had.  The discussion of school, and farm, and middle school, and palos verdes made me happy that I could find a slice of home 2985 miles away from home.  After lunch she walked me to the train station and I was on my way back to Emerson.  It was a fantastic lunch date, and I am glad for once that cath talks to so many other moms ;).  I took the train back without any problem, and walked to the dorm.  I had about an hour to hangout until I had to leave to catch my bus back, so all we did was listen to music and lay on Alex's bed and enjoy each others company.  I can't explain to you how close camp makes us.  Nothing is weird between us.  It's hard to understand unless you are apart of the bond, but I try and explain time and time again.  So I packed up my things, and as I was leaving the guy at the sign in/ sign out desk said something peculiar to me.  He said Max ( he knew my name because I had to show him my ID ) I hope you have an amazing day today and you meet some incredibly interesting people and everything works out for you.  Then Alex said yea he is an organic farmer in maine.  And the guys face was in pure shock, but excitement at the same time.  1. I think its awesome when people tell you to have an amazing day, because it puts you in a rather magical mood. 2. It was hilarious to me, that like his sincerely different departing line, I was also on a sincerely, awesome/ different line.  I walked to the South Station and got on the right bus, and sat next to a very attractive girl, whom I found out later went to Boudin.  I was waiting for the opportune time to strike up a conversation, but never got the chance.  Then I was waiting for her to strike up the convo., because I mean how can you resist such facial hair.  After two hours of us each just listening to our iPods/ sleeping she got off at Boudin without speaking a word to me.  When I got off at Augusta, I had successfully watched some ridiculous Jackie Chan movie twice, and had to go to the bathroom immediately.  After I drained the main vein, I found Laura and Zoelli waiting for me in the car.  Lauara was being uncharacteristically talkative on the car ride home. #hawkward.  I got back to good ol' Flying Fish Pond Farm, and was ready for a day back on the job.  Tomorrow, though, is the slaughtering chickens day, and they have given me the option to participate, or not.  I am not sure what I will do, but it is a strange choice.  Nighty.

Day 6/7

Its hard to write for two days ago, but you will just have to bare with me.  I woke up at 8 comfortably and then I started to pack my things for the trip.  I packed boxers, socks, shirts, and no shorts because I forgot it was going to be 80 degrees this weekend.  I stuffed everything into my backpack, made my bed, brushed my teeth, and by that time it was 9.  I went down and had some toast, the standard, and didn't really do anything until we left at 945.  Harold took me, and we took the honda civic.  That car is a legitimate piece of crap, but its one of two of the only cars they have.  We drove about thirty minutes in constant conversation about Harold's upbringings and how he and Laura met, and all that good stuff.  We finally got to the bus station, and we waited for about 5 minutes until the bus arrived.  While we were waiting a lady was sitting down in a  chair next to us waiting for the same bus, and it looked like this lady had a very serious disease.  She was fidgety, and was all the while talking to herself.  She walked by us and said something that neither of us could really make out, and I didn't know what to say, and Harold just kept staring straight ahead with a blank stare, and didn't say anything.  And after she passed, we didn't discuss it at all.  Strange.  I got on the bus and sat next a guy named Caleb who goes to University of Maine and it was hard for me to understand his accent, but we managed to have a solid casual conversation about what we each do, and where we war going.  He was a nice guy, but he wreaked of smoke after one of the pit stops we took.  The bus ride seemed pretty short, because I just listened to music, and slept for a while.  As I was arriving into Boston my friend Alex Stills whom I stayed with over the weekend texts masking me if I was close.  I didn't see any sort of city, so I said no.  Within in the next five minutes we drove over a bridge, and then Boston came into sight.  It was beautiful.  It was almost a little refreshing to be near so many people again.  We got dropped off at the bus station, and I walked off the bus with headphones still in, to give myself a little soundtrack for my trip, and walked out onto Essex street.   I waited for Alex and Leo, who is my other really good friend that goes to Boudin in Maine.  As soon as I saw them, I was ecstatic.  I ran up and hugged them both, and it was understood that the weekend was going to be awesome.  As we were walking back, a fairly well dressed black man overheard that I had just arrived in Boston and asked Hey where are you from.  I said LA.  Ohh wow hey can I ask you a question, how are the gangs there?  Im not in one but I heard its pretty crazy.  Uhm well it depends I guess there are some shady parts but not everywhere.  Ohhh wow ok, thanks man by the way could you help a brother out with some change.  Collectively we said sorry.  And then he said i like your glasses to me, and followed up by asking if I could have them as a joke.  I said ha no sorry politely, and all he said back was well Welcome to Boston.  What a strange first encounter.  Anyways, we walked to Alex's dorm which was about 5 minutes away, and I dropped my backpack off there.  It was an incredibly nice building, with a slight resemblance to a hotel lobby, but with a dining hall.  Alex checked Leo and I into the Emerson building, and went to her room.  It was a very spacious double dorm, and had a nice view of her good friends dorm room.  After we dropped my backpack off we went to watch Alex's friend John play guitar at a coffee shop, but of course we got lost and walked in just as he was leaving the stage.  classic.  The coffee shop he was playing in was more of an indie, organic, vegan, joint that was incredibly hip, and totally awesome.  The redolent ginger roots were too much to handle.  We hung out with Alex's friends for awhile while we were served tea.  It is very strange being introduced as a farmer, ha.  I mean technically I am, but I haven't been my whole life, and I think people assume that.  But it was cool it kind of gave me a different first impression than I have probably ever had on anyone.  After hanging out there for awhile, we went to a bookstore to buy a ticket for another music show that night.  At the bookstore I ended up finding myself in the agriculture section of the store.  I read some books about planting, and soil, and even animal feed.  It was pretty interesting because of what I am doing in my life currently, but not THAT interesting.  After the bookstore, we went to the music show for a little, and heard some wanna be bright eyes, who by the end of his song was just spitting and preaching ridiculous thoughts on life, and barely signing.   The next couple groups were all pretty mediocre, and Leo, Alex and I were just standing in a dimly lit room, placed next to her group of friends.  After that we went to Wagamama, which is a noodle joint, that was not as great as I had hoped it would be.  I got some glazed ribs, but the fat content was not welcome, and I ended up throwing half of each bone away.  After that we indecisively walked around cambridge, and ended up getting dessert at a burger joint.  I got a milkshake, and they shared a basket of fries.  After that we were going to meet up with Alex's friends again in a Mediterranean style restaurant.  We walked in and I did the fattest double take in the world, because I recognized a girl from PV sitting in the restaurant.  Jessica Boff went to the rivalry high school of mine, but we went to the same middle school.  We each freaked out and explained how it just so happened that two Palos Verdians were to run into each other on the other side of the continent, in a middle eastern style restaurant, at the exact moment we did.  #smallworld.  Also, just to fill everyone in that doesn't know what has tags are, I just introduced you.  It is a way of summing up a group of events with a number sign and no spacing in the sentence.  This weekend I became fluent in hashtags, so they will be apart of my blog from now on.  Classic.  So after we talked for a little we planned on partying a little bit at Tufts University that night, because that is where she was visiting a friend.  Turns out that the friend she was visiting's roommate worked with me at my jewish summer camp this past year.  Insanity.  So after this we rushed back to Alex's to get dressed and then rushed to Tufts University and found my camp co counselor, and we had an awesome time.  Her house was on campus and was amazingly nice.  Tufts was a very pretty school, and the campus was gorgeous.  After we left her house we went to a couple frat parties, that were classically not classic because of the regulation at the door.  We ended up getting in everywhere, but being approved by frat brothers on their stoop is not as cool as it sounds.  AFter that we took a cab back to Alex's and ended up getting to sleep around 3.  The next day we woke up at around 12, and showered, and washed up and planned to go to the farmers market.  It was quite a hike to the market, but totally worth it.  It was 300 times bigger than the ones I was used to selling at in Georgetown.  There were about 15 food trucks, and there was even a vintage store next to the market as well.  Leo and I got Bon me sandwiches which were amazing, but not enough food.  I had pickled carrots lettuce, a tench of some spicy sauce, and pork in my sandwich.  We then walked around the vintage store for awhile, having fun looking at old pipes, paintings, clothing.  We got an ice cream for the road back home, and walked to Alex's with rainbow sprinkles and a swirled soft served on a cone.  It was 430, and you know what that means.  #naptime.  I slept for an hour while Alex did some work, and then we hung out in her room, and listened to Kanye West until her friends came over at around 630.  We then introduced ourselves, and quickly grabbed dinner at the Dining hall and then got ready to go out.  We first went to a miniature wine and cheese party, which was nice, but it was mainly a "pre game" to go out to a party after.  Leo and Alex knew who's house it was because he went to Mira Costa.  We took the train there, and walked some 10 minutes to his house, to find 14 guys and 3 girls squished into a room playing some drinking games.  It was fun for awhile but we ended up going back to the cheese and wine party and having a way better time there.  The night was overall extremely fun, and I was so happy that I got to spend it with two close friends.  We went back to Alex's at 230 and went straight to bed.  Nighty.