My car was in the shop all morning and is absolutely fine after the engine was smoking yesterday.
I ate my dinner at Rubios. There was this chick there. Wavy blong hair that was reddish on the lower half. Face was aight. Kind of thick. Tummy was a bit pudgy, but not too bad. I overheard her tell the cashier her name's Karen. It's so nice when you can scream someone's name out while busting a #3 to them.
Then I walked across the street for a LSAT seminar since I'm thinking of retaking it. It wasn't crowded, yet some ethnically-ambiguous (possibly some type of middle Eastern) brunette sat next to me. She must like me. I suppose I can put her on the waiting list for my database.
But then there was this blond chick in a leather jacket, cute enough that I decided to make up some bullshit to talk to her afterward just so I can get her voice as audio in my database ...
RYAN: Hey, you look familiar. Where'd you go to school?
CHICK: I'm at UCLA. But I also did Moorpark.
RYAN: OK, school ain't it. But I think I've figured it out. You remind me of one of the characters from True Blood.
CHICK: Really? Which one?
RYAN: The were-panther (Lindsay Pulsipher as Crystal Norris). I was like, "Where have I seen her before?"
CHICK: Yeah, that [were-panther's] not me.
Score!
Then I texted Michelle in Nebraska to ask about her newly born baby Xavier.
The chick tried to tell the Dean that she found the Analytical Reasoning section as the easiest (after the Dean went on nonstop about how insane it was) because she's a Philosophy major. After she left, the Dean made fun of her for it!
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