Name Dropping

I have decided that every David I meet makes my life more difficult. My manager at the cafe is named David, and he always guilted me into working more than I should. I dated a guy named David who was super crazy and I threatened to get a restraining order. This other guy always tried to make me argue and made me feel bad about myself. I have a very old friend of mine by the same name, and I compared every guy I dated for four years against him. He was a source of constant stress, confusion, and effectively unhappiness in my love life. I don't really believe in cosmic forces, but this trend is super weird. In the future I will be very wary of any men named David.

Crazy Stuff

About a week ago, Ro was sitting outside of That Evil Coffee Corporation, using the local free internet. A guy came up to her and said, "Is all this stuff yours?" She said yes. The guy then took her open laptop and purse and yelled, "not anymore!" Both sets of her car keys were in the purse. I told her to call the cops, went to pick her up, called AAA, and started cancelling credit cards.

Anyhow, Ro needed a computer. She was given one from her stepbrother. It smells strongly of BO. How would you make a laptop smell like BO? Do you stick your hands in your armpits before typing? Is there a permanent rank smell in your room that eventually permeated your computer? I would love to hear other people's thoughts on this one...

Supermarket Stare-down

Most stressful places: supermarket, LA freeways, DMV

So, I often buy food at Whole Foods, because I am often too busy to cook. Today after spending some time in the lab, I stopped by there to pick up a couple of things. Now, when I go to the store, I know exactly what I want to buy and am in a hurry to get out of there. I always forget though, that on Sundays, everyone is out with rugrats. Anyhow, today I was only getting a tamale, almond milk, and salsa. I am in line holding the mentioned items, in addition to my wallet and keys. I had my arms full and the tamale was very warm. In front of me, is a c0uple and their two children. The dad is wearing a USC t-shirt, and his son is wearing a USC hat and t-shirt. They are only purchasing water bottles. The kids think that moving their groceries back on the belt is the best game ever. They continue to move the bottles back, preventing me from putting my items on the belt. This continues for a ridiculous amount of time. I give a glare to the father, he looks at my UCLA shirt, his kids, and does nothing. The same reaction is given when I glare at the mother. I was never too into the rivalry, but now, I hate USC and their alums' bratty spoiled kids. Whew, I feel a lot better now. I hope we put up a good fight on Dec 3rd.

LA Astronomy

Oh man, things have continued to be crazy. I seriously am in the lab all the time. I have made way more committments than I can sanely keep. Luckily, tonight is my last night at the cafe. Oh, also, I finally got some passion, which is awesome. I dont really want to say anymore, yet, perhaps later.

The other night we were having dinner at this hip place in Venice, and we saw Andrew Keegan dining upstairs in the VIP section. He, like most Angelenios, was totally full of himself. And not very cute in person. Honestly I have found most celebrities to be totally overrated. Mary Kate's rich ass boyfriend didnt even tip for their espresso drinks. Alyssa Milano was alright, but couldnt shop at REI without an entourage that bragged about how much she was buying. Spielberg wouldnt even admit it was him. The only person who seems pretty chill is Joshua Jackson. He hung out at the asylum for nearly two hours (without being bothered by anyone). My friend saw him wandering around a street fair all by his lonesome. Oh, and he has become super hot (way hotter than Dawson's Creek). Anyhow, I dont understand how these people are practically worshipped. I really need to get out of this town.