At Expresso Royale I overheard a couple of Northeastern freshmen talking about this place called the Christian Science Center. They made it seem like it was a fun place to go, which was confusing because it sounds just like school, or something suspiciously school-like. They said there was a giant map you could walk through called the Mapparium, and a reflecting pool that has water in it during the summer, and buildings that look nifty because they're old. So I thought I'd go check it out.
There had just been a snow storm, which meant the reflecting pool was more like a frozen wasteland than anything else, but I think the cool old buildings looked even cooler with snow and ice. Tee hee. That was a pun, I think.
But where were all the penguins?! Mario would have loved putting on his penguin suit to go slipping and sliding here. To ponder the lack of penguin situation, I sat down on a park bench for a while and just to sit a spell and think. Like that movie I saw with the retarded Southern guy who turned out to be good at all sorts of random stuff. Yea, like him.
And after all that meditation I thought I'd go pay the Christian Scientists a visit. Maybe they could help me figure out why I had come to Boston and where I was going to go next. I walked all the way up to this huge wooden door and knocked. And waited. And-and-then a huge voice bellowed out to me. It said, "Who goes there! Do you believe in Christ the healer? Have you been to the doctor recently?" There were just too many strange questions. I guess I didn't answer them well enough because the big booming voice yelled at me to go away, and I actually fell backwards and hit my head on the steps below. Youch. I'll leave spirituality to the penguins that must be hiding around here.
