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Tuesday Night Excitement
Ah, another exciting day in Orange County, where the cops are on a first name basis with the criminals, and know who they're dating. But we'll get to my pulloverage adventure in due time..
First of all, went to a thai restaurant with the family. It was very good, I love thai food.
My evening of adventuring began around 21:45, when I realized I had 15 minutes till Diedrichs closed and hurried on down there, telling Robin to meet me there since he was all about lets hang out at the time. Arriving there I discovered Alyssa had saved two CHEESE danishes for me, in a bag that said "for Kris" no less. She's so wonderful. Robin and Marcus arrived shortly, and we spent at least half an hour talking about how there was nothing to do.
Diedrichs of course closed at 22:00 yet still there were no less than four completely separate groups of individuals hanging out in the general area of diedrichs for almost an hour thereafter. That is how exciting things are around here. Then Robin's friend Travis arrived, with two other individuals, and suddenly four fifths of the band Jack Bighead was present. But then they all went off to get high or something; and being all not about the getting high I remained at diedrichs with Alyssa, the other employee (Jobee?), and Jobee's Ex.
Drama began to develope, as Jobee's passive aggressive behavior became too manifest to ignore, so while her ex was talking to her Alyssa and I went on down to the crazy mobil/pizza-hut/haagen-das uber-gas-station down the street, which I'd never been in before. It has the most RANDOM crazy stuff. I got a Bounty bar, which I haven't seen anywhere other than Ireland, and was very pleased.
We returned in time to catch the end of a heating exchange between Jobee and her ex; he then proceeded to storm off apparently intending to walk home, which I'm told is about eight miles. Hey I walked seven miles home down here once.
A tearful Jobee soon departed in her own car to go waylay the ex (I ought to know his name, having just spent the evening with him, but thats me: terrible with names). While Alyssa and I speculated cynically on this her psychobitch of a apartmentmate called her to make some bogus threat alogn the lines of "if you wake me up again..." (by entering the apartment and going to bed). Not wanting to deal with her crap, Alyssa hung up, and soon was the recipient of a pleasant messege in which her apartmentmate derided her character in numerous ways completely unrelated to any real complaint she may have against her.
After ruminating on this for some time we decided it was time to go look for Jobee and other guy. We eventually found them in a nearby gas station, wary of a police cruiser which was lurking shark-like in the vicinity. After Alyssa and other guy vented a bit about their respective drama, Jobee departed (she'd been in her car at the far corner of the station during this discussion), and we decided to proceed back to the diedrichs.
Scarcely had we gone 500 yards (of the 700 or so total in our journey) than the police car was abundant again. It proceeded to totally pull us over.
This is the first time I've ever been in a pulled over car I think. I wasn't driving at this point, we were in the Alyssamobile. Anyway, the police officer, soon after reaching our window was like "oh sorry, your not who I'm looking for. Yea she looks kinda like you. She's a major tweaker and her boyfriend's pushing meth. I've been looking for her for hours now" or something.
Have been completely unable to get ahold of Nick. Well, neither one, but the one I was SUPPOSED to go to Ska Summit with at the end of the week. Soo... looks like THATS not happening. I should do a serious study of Nick: What Makes Him Flake. I think it would teach me valuable things about people in general and how to prevent others from flaking, or at least better anticipate and prepare for it. Don't get me wrong though, Nick is awesome; I was just kinda eagerly anticipating ska summit d=
Deep Thought for the day: If you watch the news with dramatic/fatalistic gothic music, it fits in strangely well.
Hours in county: 81
Number of people who asked me "is that a tattoo?" regarding the phone number on my arm, in completely seperate incidents: 2
First of all, went to a thai restaurant with the family. It was very good, I love thai food.
My evening of adventuring began around 21:45, when I realized I had 15 minutes till Diedrichs closed and hurried on down there, telling Robin to meet me there since he was all about lets hang out at the time. Arriving there I discovered Alyssa had saved two CHEESE danishes for me, in a bag that said "for Kris" no less. She's so wonderful. Robin and Marcus arrived shortly, and we spent at least half an hour talking about how there was nothing to do.
Diedrichs of course closed at 22:00 yet still there were no less than four completely separate groups of individuals hanging out in the general area of diedrichs for almost an hour thereafter. That is how exciting things are around here. Then Robin's friend Travis arrived, with two other individuals, and suddenly four fifths of the band Jack Bighead was present. But then they all went off to get high or something; and being all not about the getting high I remained at diedrichs with Alyssa, the other employee (Jobee?), and Jobee's Ex.
Drama began to develope, as Jobee's passive aggressive behavior became too manifest to ignore, so while her ex was talking to her Alyssa and I went on down to the crazy mobil/pizza-hut/haagen-das uber-gas-station down the street, which I'd never been in before. It has the most RANDOM crazy stuff. I got a Bounty bar, which I haven't seen anywhere other than Ireland, and was very pleased.
We returned in time to catch the end of a heating exchange between Jobee and her ex; he then proceeded to storm off apparently intending to walk home, which I'm told is about eight miles. Hey I walked seven miles home down here once.
A tearful Jobee soon departed in her own car to go waylay the ex (I ought to know his name, having just spent the evening with him, but thats me: terrible with names). While Alyssa and I speculated cynically on this her psychobitch of a apartmentmate called her to make some bogus threat alogn the lines of "if you wake me up again..." (by entering the apartment and going to bed). Not wanting to deal with her crap, Alyssa hung up, and soon was the recipient of a pleasant messege in which her apartmentmate derided her character in numerous ways completely unrelated to any real complaint she may have against her.
After ruminating on this for some time we decided it was time to go look for Jobee and other guy. We eventually found them in a nearby gas station, wary of a police cruiser which was lurking shark-like in the vicinity. After Alyssa and other guy vented a bit about their respective drama, Jobee departed (she'd been in her car at the far corner of the station during this discussion), and we decided to proceed back to the diedrichs.
Scarcely had we gone 500 yards (of the 700 or so total in our journey) than the police car was abundant again. It proceeded to totally pull us over.
This is the first time I've ever been in a pulled over car I think. I wasn't driving at this point, we were in the Alyssamobile. Anyway, the police officer, soon after reaching our window was like "oh sorry, your not who I'm looking for. Yea she looks kinda like you. She's a major tweaker and her boyfriend's pushing meth. I've been looking for her for hours now" or something.
Have been completely unable to get ahold of Nick. Well, neither one, but the one I was SUPPOSED to go to Ska Summit with at the end of the week. Soo... looks like THATS not happening. I should do a serious study of Nick: What Makes Him Flake. I think it would teach me valuable things about people in general and how to prevent others from flaking, or at least better anticipate and prepare for it. Don't get me wrong though, Nick is awesome; I was just kinda eagerly anticipating ska summit d=
Deep Thought for the day: If you watch the news with dramatic/fatalistic gothic music, it fits in strangely well.
Hours in county: 81
Number of people who asked me "is that a tattoo?" regarding the phone number on my arm, in completely seperate incidents: 2