I woke up at 9:20AM thinking the Krav Maga class this morning started at 10:45AM. But I noticed the start time said 10:30AM. Oh sure, there was a 12:30PM class, but the milf/attorney instructor chick (see entry 2-4-10) was teaching the 10:30AM class.
But since there was no traffic, I actually made it in 25 minutes and was 5 minutes early. But here's what's ironic like an Alanis Morissette song: I couldn't find parking! So I was actually 10 minutes late by the time I stepped into the classroom!
But while trying to find parking, I saw the milf instructor walking around with her hair down and I was checking out the booty. I could've busted a #3 in my car.
Anyway, my partner in class was some hardass Indian dude who never smiled, never talked, hit too hard when we drilled, and looked pretty autistic. Probably emo. 1 of the assistant dude instructors busted out some rave moves when this track from the Blade soundtrack came on. No new moves, except this time we closed our eyes as random classmates choked us from the front or back.
As I was leaving, the milf instructor passed by.
MILF INSTRUCTOR: Bye Ryan!
Holy crap! She remembered my name! Ok, she's staying in the database.
Later, I spent 3 hours and 5 minutes and 47 seconds on the phone with tech support to fix my printer. It hasn't been working in over a year. The sensors have been unable to detect the paper and thus refused to print. After 3 hours, I was about to just order a new printer when their supervisor decided to suggest 1 last thing. My printer finally works again!
I have to go visit Brandon, Morgan and Hasel - whom I haven't seen since Monster Massive - for the 1st time at their place to watch UFC 109 now. Plus, Morgan's been dying to give me his screenplay for me to analyze.
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