I'm so glad I have my car on campus...
Right, so we start out last night, when Deb and I got back from Eckerd and Convenient and the video store, and I drive around in Crispell for like, nearly ten minutes trying to get a spot, miss one by literally about three seconds when someone pulled out, I had to go all the way around the lot, and by the time I got there, someone just pulled into the lot and into the spot. I was going to murder someone. So we went all the way around (because you have to go on the one-way street to get back out to the main road) and parked in 32.
Now, when I was *leaving* Dubois around 12:30, I went to 32, got my car and drove back to the College lot where I always park, being that I live there. I drove through *there* like twice until I realized there must have been something going on at my building last night, because there were no spots there either. *Then* I went over to the Bouton lot, the only one anywhere near me that allows residents to park overnight. That one was full too. After driving through both lots another two times, I decided that since I wasn't about to go all the way back to 32, park there, and walk all the way back, I'd just park in one of the commuter lots. It's not allowed, but I was fucking fed up by that point.
So this morning I get up, get dressed, and go out to my car to get my ticket. I feel exceedingly unpleasant toward campus police right now, especially one M. Doyle, who apparently thinks my car is blue.
Now, when I was *leaving* Dubois around 12:30, I went to 32, got my car and drove back to the College lot where I always park, being that I live there. I drove through *there* like twice until I realized there must have been something going on at my building last night, because there were no spots there either. *Then* I went over to the Bouton lot, the only one anywhere near me that allows residents to park overnight. That one was full too. After driving through both lots another two times, I decided that since I wasn't about to go all the way back to 32, park there, and walk all the way back, I'd just park in one of the commuter lots. It's not allowed, but I was fucking fed up by that point.
So this morning I get up, get dressed, and go out to my car to get my ticket. I feel exceedingly unpleasant toward campus police right now, especially one M. Doyle, who apparently thinks my car is blue.