The Battle of CSUN (or at least the LSAT at CSUN)

I was about to go home and tell the LSAC that CSUN fucked up. The LSAT was held at my old stomping grounds, CSUN, this time. But there were no signs to the test center and the map wasn't accurate. While lost, I met an Asian dude named David (not to be confused with all other Davids) and a Black chick named Sunny. We three were practically on a quest to look for the test site.

SUNNY: I feel like I'm on a game show, like a scavenger hunt!

By dumb luck, a random old man was able to direct us. We were let in despite being late. I was impressed with my stamina to get through the four-hour test and finish strong. Afterward, I skate boarded around campus like I used to in the manner that made me a legend. There are a lot of changes and new buildings.

I finally treated myself to eating the vanilla bean cupcake that I got from Stef and Eugene's meeting (see entry 1/26/11). Then I went to the mall to STRUT. And I finally saw Jazz at Red Robin for the first time in a while. That deserved a reach down the pants for a victory yoink!

My stalker/annoying chick was working at Hot Topic again. I drank a bunch of free samples at Teavana. Some old Mexican women were trying to pick up on me. I was about to go home when I had a sudden urge to do another lap ... And I saw David (my Bartending classmate). We had the werewolf-telepathy going on. I watched him pick up on some employee chicks at Marc Ecko who thought he looked like a young John Travolta.

I ended the night with a replay of last night's Spartacus: Gods of the Arena, firing up the porn, and busting a #3 to Jessica.