My adventure to Target
Since most of Southern California is up in flames, namely the section by my favorite Target, I decided to go to the Target off of the 101. Big mistake. First off, the parking fucking sucks there, as in, the spaces are dumb, there's too many cars in them, and the spaces are dumb. The parking lot is set up all goofy with random stop signs. So in the process of finding a space I almost kill myself and 5 other people.
Also, the food section is weak. Since my mom would beat me if I went to Ralphs,(not only is So. Cal. on fire, but we have supermarket strikes as well...wonderful) I had to go to Target. So I bought about 5 items and it took me an hour. I also couldn't find any decent face wash. Everything is fucking made for oily skin, and I don't have oily skin.
So by this time it's 1:15 and I figure I'll pick up Baja Fresh and rush back to the dorm and catch the end of my soap opera. Well, said Baja Fresh is in the same god forsaken shopping center, so I have to park about 5 miles away from it. By the time I trudge through the ash in the hot sun and get there I'm exhausted. Then I see that there's about 50 people in line. So I say fuck it and go back to my car.
So by this time I pretty much want to shoot myself. Then I pass the freeway and have to turn around. Finally I make it on the freeway and back off the freeway. Then I get stuck behind two dumbass cars both going about 15 miles per hour. The guy next to me is also stuck behind them and apparently pissed because when the slow cars leave he speeds up and drives all crazy. Then a cop comes up behind me, passes me, and then pulls him over. That was the only highlight of my adventure.
So after all of this I drop my Target shit off and head to the Centrum (cafe on campus) to pick up some food. Come back sit down and turn on my soap opera. Guess what? It's canceled because of the fires. Of course, I'm hella pissed, so then I just watched MTV cribs.
This fire shit better end pretty soon or I'm going to go crazy.
Also, the food section is weak. Since my mom would beat me if I went to Ralphs,(not only is So. Cal. on fire, but we have supermarket strikes as well...wonderful) I had to go to Target. So I bought about 5 items and it took me an hour. I also couldn't find any decent face wash. Everything is fucking made for oily skin, and I don't have oily skin.
So by this time it's 1:15 and I figure I'll pick up Baja Fresh and rush back to the dorm and catch the end of my soap opera. Well, said Baja Fresh is in the same god forsaken shopping center, so I have to park about 5 miles away from it. By the time I trudge through the ash in the hot sun and get there I'm exhausted. Then I see that there's about 50 people in line. So I say fuck it and go back to my car.
So by this time I pretty much want to shoot myself. Then I pass the freeway and have to turn around. Finally I make it on the freeway and back off the freeway. Then I get stuck behind two dumbass cars both going about 15 miles per hour. The guy next to me is also stuck behind them and apparently pissed because when the slow cars leave he speeds up and drives all crazy. Then a cop comes up behind me, passes me, and then pulls him over. That was the only highlight of my adventure.
So after all of this I drop my Target shit off and head to the Centrum (cafe on campus) to pick up some food. Come back sit down and turn on my soap opera. Guess what? It's canceled because of the fires. Of course, I'm hella pissed, so then I just watched MTV cribs.
This fire shit better end pretty soon or I'm going to go crazy.