|Chapter 5 - Everything the safer way
||[Oct. 5th, 2003|08:25 pm]
Collections of a Short Story
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I've been having the most boring weekend in the world. I just locked myself up in my apartment so that I'd finish my essay, but since I have ADD or something, I haven't gotten anywhere since I take breaks every 15 minutes and two hour naps every other hour. I want therapy.
The highlight of my weekend though, was earlier today when we went to SAFEWAY. Oh my gosh I swear that everytime I go there I come back high. I don't know what it is about grocery shopping, but IT'S SO WONDERFUL. If I had the choice between Disneyland and Safeway, I would choose Safeway. If I had the choice between a week vacation to Hawaii and a trip to Safeway, I'd choose Safeway. If I had a choice between a petting zoo and Safeway, now that's when I get confused.
Anyways, Jennie and Pam took me and I miss those kids like 35 cent ice cream at Rite-Aid. They only live a block away and I barely spend any time with them. Once I'm done with this god damn paper, I'm gonna run down to give them a hug.
Afterwards, Mari and I went to the soccer game to root for Yohei and Troy. It was against Stanford and they beat them 3 to 1! Woot woot, take that suckers.
We ran into this Turkish, old, crazy lady that lives on our floor when we got off the elevator, and Mari asked "How are you?" And then she started talking about how her library books just got stolen and WOULDNT STOP TALKING . She claims that the tenants of the building are crooks and pull all sortsa illegal ish , and that they hate her because she is trying to get them arrested, and that they are probly the ones that broke into her room and stole her books. She went on about how we should report all the mean things they do to the campus so we could get cheaper rent or something like that, and talked for FORTY minutes. Honestly. I had to pee and I was so miserable standing there.
Afterwards Mari and I were talking about what the lady had to say and I was like, "I think she's just a scitzo. It's all in her head." and Mari was like, "No, I think a lot of the things she said is true cuz I've noticed too." Shoot, I think I have trust issues now.
OH and I opened the fridge today and guess what I saw. You know the psycho path that I live with? Well she labeled EVERY ONE OF HER FOODS as hers. Like she wrote it on strips of paper and taped it on. From a snicker bar to her guacamole. She swears we're out to get her food. Honestly, that just makes me wanna go in there and eat everything of hers up and tell her our tenants broke in and did it while we were sleeping.
TIME TO WORK.