  It's 9: 03am.  Wow,  that feels early.  This is the result of working in a movie theater until 2am regularly.  If you are looking for action and excitement in the life of Rob,
 well.  too bad.  Anyway,  I am going to school again today to discuss my master's project with a professor.  He sent me an email with a few papers last week seeing if I was interested.  The stuff seemed right up my alley,
 so I told him so and promptly arranged an appointment to hammer out details.  When I show up at this time,  He talks to me for literally 45 seconds,  handing me 3 pieces of paper,  one of which is almost a doodle.  We do not discuss what his actual interest is in this material sample he wants me to study,
 a timetable for doing anything,  when I can use the lab,  who might help me learn some of the lab equipment,  etc.  Nice meeting.  Anyway,
 I go back today,  so that could help.  As for the New England Sucktriots.  they were the suckiest bunch of sucks who ever sucked.  I actually wrote an article about them on Sunday for some free sports newspaper in Boston.  The paper has been out for 2 weeks,
 and its one of the free things people read on the train.  I felt better when they wrote back to me on Sunday saying they got lots of articles and the only one to be printed was mine.  However,  I don't get paid since the paper is in infancy stages.  Coincidentally,  thats why I can write for them.
 Also the paper comes out tommorrow,  so I have no idea if it will really be there and if its all edited up.  This is the closest thing to news in my life.  Other activites of the past week include:  making smoothies,  buying a shot of wild turkey for a 21-
year old photographer friend on his birthday,  watching some street performer fit through a squash raquet with some confusing girl,  leaving the last train of the night with the photographer so he could throw up some wild turkey among other things,  listening to an entire Bruce Springsteen concert on my friend's roof and outside Fenway Park ( very good indeed)  sending most of the day employees home at the movie theater since we have no money since there are no customers,
 and of course making sure the photographer got home alive via buying a cab as to leave the remaining wild turkey on the sidewalk.  Blog out yo.
