||[Jul. 24th, 2004|08:23 pm]
j to the izzo
|||||california - loudermilk||]|
Alright this day is fucking weird. After the whole haircut experience, I went to Annie's recital (she was probably the best one out of the herd, hahah) then I went shopping with my momster. I bought this nice gray coat. Yay for Chicago weather! Then, I went to a gas station in Laguna Beach, and this dude came up to me (while I was buying some fucking Corn Nuts) and asks, "do you work here?" and I was going to say no, but I noticed that HE worked here (he was wearing the gas station t-shirt and everything) so I thought I misunderstood him...so I asked, "excuse me?" and he asked again, "do you work here?" Awkward silence ensued. He then clarifies, "oh no, I don't mean HERE, I mean in Laguna Beach. I thought I saw you working at that restaurant down there..." (Note: the restaurant was called "Hot Barbara's" or something and I think it was a gentlemen's club) Then I blurt--"I don't live in California, I'm just here visiting my relatives." and run out, dropping my California Driver's license on the way. Embarrassed, I run back in, grab it, and run back out only to find that my car wasn't opening!! Then some surly Latino man told me that I was trying to open HIS car. He didn't even have a VW Passat--he had a Honda. I am so retarded.
At least I got into Freshman Urban Program @ Northwestern!!