Why is it that every night I go out, no matter where I go and how un-obnoxious I'm being, someone recognizes me as "the pasties girl" or "the girl who got kicked out of KD"? Isn't UCLA supposed to be giant and impersonal and therefore conducive to having no reputation? And when did it become okay to tell someone in a bar that you've seen them on myspace? I won't lie though.. I find it all hilarious.
I bought roller skates today and as soon as I learn how to brake I plan to wear them everywhere. Maybe I can replace my current titles with "the roller skates girl"...
Jackie and I drove down to Orange County today for the sole purpose of getting Golden Spoon. We decided to go to the beach while we were down there just so we didn't seem like total addicts.
Also, I've concluded that everyone who lives is my building is fucking retarded. One car parked in someone else's spot, so the girl whose spot it was parked in someone else's spot, but in the second spot so that both of the stacked spots were blocked. It basically led to a chain reaction, with cars parked in random places blocking in other cars. I want to switch the license plates all the cars parked in the wrong spots, then have them all towed. I hope the building realizes that I'm a huge bitch and that anyone who parks in my spot (well, any of my 4 spots actually) will be towed immediately.
Jackie is convinced she's a HIVbag (she is DEFINITELY not, but she's psycho paranoid), and I'm 5 days into the sugar pills in my birth control pack and haven't started my period... together, we embody the sluttiest person in the world... any guesses to who that might be?
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