Very Very Tempted to Take a Vicodin
I think finally have realized why there is so much negativity toward Los Angeles. As we drove over the hill to downtown I saw it from a new eye. It was so depressing. The buildings crammed and dirty. It did not help that the air was thick and muggy that day, filmy from smog. Downtown has been under rennovation and actually rather akin to SF in the look. But surrounding the heart, was plain ugly. And it's not like I haven't been downtown over and over again, so why the change of heart? Why now does it bother me? Why now do I think that I could not live here? The only reason I would want to is because of family. But as I am already living hours away, and though I miss them, it has been alright. So perhaps I could continue my life at a slight distance away.
The reason I was in downtown was our lovely civic duty known as jury duty. Bastards had been hunting me down all year even though being a full time student is supposed to give you an excuse. It is not like I could serve on a jury more than a few days. Funny enough the ony one calling that day was for a seven week trial! Seven weeks! They called us in a hundred of us for that panel, a hundred. Cause there are a lot of viable excuses for a period that long. Who knows what of my options got me out but I was in the first group cut. I was moving and taking a biochemistry class soon. Or that it was a medical malpractice suit accusing they caused brain damage, I made sure to mention I was a Neuroscience major. Note to anyone, if the case may be something you are knowledgeable about they usually hate that so tell it if you want to get excused. Plus I was young. The prosecutor wanted mothers, and the defense wanted professionals. That left us young'uns unwanted. So i got the boot, woohoo. I was also glad just cause the prosecuting attorney rubbed me wrong. He was condescending and the like. Was funny too cause Laura ended up being on call that day too so I had someone to talk to. That is until I fell asleep on the benches since my body decided it didn't want to sleep the night before. Oh and I learned to never borrow my mother's shoes again. They tried to kill not one, but both, ankles. Each are bleeding and bruised...viscious sandals.
At the moment I have been trying to prepare for moving back. Have to pack and organize, find out what fits and what must be shipped. Tried to set up internet and cable appointments to much frustration. And the whole not having a bed is slightly discomforting. So wish me luck for the next week I shall be shuffling around alot of stuff and hunting for everything from furniture to food to cashiers checks. Plus I am a bit down because someone did not follow through and it's always a sore spot for me. Then again history has been repeating itself rather fervently of late so I guess I should not have been surprised. And now I head for bed and hopefully this tension headache will leave me be so I can paint and pack to my heart's content.
The reason I was in downtown was our lovely civic duty known as jury duty. Bastards had been hunting me down all year even though being a full time student is supposed to give you an excuse. It is not like I could serve on a jury more than a few days. Funny enough the ony one calling that day was for a seven week trial! Seven weeks! They called us in a hundred of us for that panel, a hundred. Cause there are a lot of viable excuses for a period that long. Who knows what of my options got me out but I was in the first group cut. I was moving and taking a biochemistry class soon. Or that it was a medical malpractice suit accusing they caused brain damage, I made sure to mention I was a Neuroscience major. Note to anyone, if the case may be something you are knowledgeable about they usually hate that so tell it if you want to get excused. Plus I was young. The prosecutor wanted mothers, and the defense wanted professionals. That left us young'uns unwanted. So i got the boot, woohoo. I was also glad just cause the prosecuting attorney rubbed me wrong. He was condescending and the like. Was funny too cause Laura ended up being on call that day too so I had someone to talk to. That is until I fell asleep on the benches since my body decided it didn't want to sleep the night before. Oh and I learned to never borrow my mother's shoes again. They tried to kill not one, but both, ankles. Each are bleeding and bruised...viscious sandals.
At the moment I have been trying to prepare for moving back. Have to pack and organize, find out what fits and what must be shipped. Tried to set up internet and cable appointments to much frustration. And the whole not having a bed is slightly discomforting. So wish me luck for the next week I shall be shuffling around alot of stuff and hunting for everything from furniture to food to cashiers checks. Plus I am a bit down because someone did not follow through and it's always a sore spot for me. Then again history has been repeating itself rather fervently of late so I guess I should not have been surprised. And now I head for bed and hopefully this tension headache will leave me be so I can paint and pack to my heart's content.