Juliet Low can kiss my ass
My previous entry was both austerely written and severly boring. So I figure I ought to try again. I did neglect to write about the only even remotely entertaining part of my day. So here it goes, I hope I don't disappoint.
I abandoned my homework (which has miraculously been increasing at an alarming exponential rate) and decided to play in the sun instead. I literally did play, pulling out my softball and gloves and throwing the ball around for a good forty minutes with Kerry and her soon-to-be boyfriend, Shay. Suzanne came out and tried to steal my shoes. Then she and I talked UB speak for a very long time, discussing (a.k.a critiquing characters of the past, ie. Lindsay Culpepper and Henley Slepyen. I love Suzanne. She did this fantastic praying mantis karate kid move that immediately reminded me of Hilary Swank's true break out film role in "The Next Karate Kid." Lucky for me, I kept my shoes and got a good laugh out of the whole situation.
Then I had to drive to Mercer Island. I'm housesitting for some family friends who have a palace on the water. When I took the little tour to learn all of my responsibilities for the week, Lisa was like, "Let me show you how to start the speed boat." There's also a hottub, jacuzzi bath tub, TVs in every room, video games up the kazoo, good food, and most important to a college girl living in a phonebooth sized dorm--there's so much space. Plus, I love just being by the water.
Anyway, I left school and tried to avoid the freeway traffic at the 45th onramp which is a total bitch from about one in the afternoon until eight at night. I got stuck down by Mercer Street when Shay called me to ask for a ride. Apparently he had to go to some community center to get his certification to teach swim lessons but had missed his bus. FUCK YOU JULIET LOW. I'm a girlscout at heart. I have this terrible inability to say no to someone asking me for a favor. So I willingly turn around, brave the northbound traffic and pick up Shay. Turns out he's supposed to go to this class at the Ranier Community center. So I end up driving him way the fuck south on Rainier, which you may recall is not the prettiest nor the safest, and certainly not the cleanest neighborhood in Seattle. And when I say way the fuck south, I mean it. We were past Columbia City. It was ridiculous. We were early so I dragged Shay into Columbia City so that I could get some food. I pull into the Columbia Center parking lot and announce that I'm going to eat here. Shay doesn't get it. I point to the little taco wagon parked only a few feet away.
Shay: You're kidding me, right?
Kirsten: Nope, I'm going to eat there.
Shay: You're not eating there.
Kirsten: Why not?
Shay: I'll tell you why not. One word. Sanitation.
Kirsten: Live a little.
So I ordered this enormous burrito which was so cheap and damn tasty. Only the woman who worked there was blatantly offended that my white ass wanted to eat her good food and so she doctored my burrito. She dumped an offensive amount of hot hot hot sauce at either end of the burrito so that my first bite was like taking a baseball cleat to the mouth. Stupid woman. I like spicy food. Shay officially thinks I'm insane. No, no, Shay, I'm just abnormal.
On my way home I saw a drug bust. I love this city.
I abandoned my homework (which has miraculously been increasing at an alarming exponential rate) and decided to play in the sun instead. I literally did play, pulling out my softball and gloves and throwing the ball around for a good forty minutes with Kerry and her soon-to-be boyfriend, Shay. Suzanne came out and tried to steal my shoes. Then she and I talked UB speak for a very long time, discussing (a.k.a critiquing characters of the past, ie. Lindsay Culpepper and Henley Slepyen. I love Suzanne. She did this fantastic praying mantis karate kid move that immediately reminded me of Hilary Swank's true break out film role in "The Next Karate Kid." Lucky for me, I kept my shoes and got a good laugh out of the whole situation.
Then I had to drive to Mercer Island. I'm housesitting for some family friends who have a palace on the water. When I took the little tour to learn all of my responsibilities for the week, Lisa was like, "Let me show you how to start the speed boat." There's also a hottub, jacuzzi bath tub, TVs in every room, video games up the kazoo, good food, and most important to a college girl living in a phonebooth sized dorm--there's so much space. Plus, I love just being by the water.
Anyway, I left school and tried to avoid the freeway traffic at the 45th onramp which is a total bitch from about one in the afternoon until eight at night. I got stuck down by Mercer Street when Shay called me to ask for a ride. Apparently he had to go to some community center to get his certification to teach swim lessons but had missed his bus. FUCK YOU JULIET LOW. I'm a girlscout at heart. I have this terrible inability to say no to someone asking me for a favor. So I willingly turn around, brave the northbound traffic and pick up Shay. Turns out he's supposed to go to this class at the Ranier Community center. So I end up driving him way the fuck south on Rainier, which you may recall is not the prettiest nor the safest, and certainly not the cleanest neighborhood in Seattle. And when I say way the fuck south, I mean it. We were past Columbia City. It was ridiculous. We were early so I dragged Shay into Columbia City so that I could get some food. I pull into the Columbia Center parking lot and announce that I'm going to eat here. Shay doesn't get it. I point to the little taco wagon parked only a few feet away.
Shay: You're kidding me, right?
Kirsten: Nope, I'm going to eat there.
Shay: You're not eating there.
Kirsten: Why not?
Shay: I'll tell you why not. One word. Sanitation.
Kirsten: Live a little.
So I ordered this enormous burrito which was so cheap and damn tasty. Only the woman who worked there was blatantly offended that my white ass wanted to eat her good food and so she doctored my burrito. She dumped an offensive amount of hot hot hot sauce at either end of the burrito so that my first bite was like taking a baseball cleat to the mouth. Stupid woman. I like spicy food. Shay officially thinks I'm insane. No, no, Shay, I'm just abnormal.
On my way home I saw a drug bust. I love this city.