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first of all, i've never been more willing to vacuum than ever before. it was almost theraputic. like a sigh of, "aahhh, the floor is FINALLY clean....".
an update on living in hollywood. first of all, i feel like everyone is insane except for me and Ryan.
first story: i went to the grocery store the other day, by myself, to buy groceries. pretty innocent, isn't it? i stood in line at the register and the man in front of me, who is tall, large, black and hunched over like a hunchback. he turns around, looks at me with his bloodshot eyes, and we have a moment that is the exact same moment in "Home Alone" where Macaulay Caulkin confronts the crazy man that sweeps the sidewalk in the dark by his home. this scary, large man, looks at me, and growls as if he is a wolf. it was just like out of a horror movie. or, more specifically, that scene in "Home Alone". the man was buying a single cantelope. it was just, a very very odd moment. i was so scared he was going to follow me to my car and eat me or somthing. man, that look, was paralyzingly frightening. it gives me shivers to reminisce about it. it wasn't just a moment, he kept looking at me. and i was behind him, he went out of his way to turn his head around and growl at me as he waited to buy his cantelope.
another story. i went out to the car, parked about two blocks away from the apartment. in broad daylight, approxcimately 4pm. i go out to the car to grab something i forgot. i approach the car, and realize that there are about 4 guys hovering around the car. i hope that my car has nothing to do with them, but alas, as i approch, they give me a looks, like i'm about to take THEIR car. the four guys are dressed all in black, and their faces are covered in facial piercings all shiny and silver. from their baggy black clothes, hang tons of thick silver chains. as i come closer, i realize they are using my car to roll joints of some sort. i come up to the car and one says, "hey man, we were using your car as a cover" and laughs. as i smile and unlock the door, i see all the individual piles of drugs on the hood of the car. the same guys goes "sorry, no big deal, but we were just using this car as a cover, no worries man" and pinches a few of the piles off my car and laughs like the crazy man he is. i decided to move the car.
another story. i was waiting for Ryan to get out of class, so i had about 1/2 an hour to spend on hollywood blvd. i brought a book and think, i'll just go to starbucks and read. nothing weird will happen to me there. no one will bother me, i can just relax and read and be in peace. wrong. i get my chai tea, and decided to sit outside on one of their tables. as i sit down and open my book, i soon realize i've sat in the middle of some crazy people meeting at the local starbucks. there is a lady behind me with rotten teeth, a ragged dress, lots of fat, and scraggly hair. she is swearing and talking to the rest of the crazy folk. another man behind me has a novelty "mad-eye moody" eye on his face. this novelty harry potter eye was obviously purchased at the souvineer store across the street. he actually looks an awful lot like mad eye moody, scarred face, ragged hair and the fucking crazy eye. there are about 4 other people with him, all talking to the crazy lady. as i realize they all know each other and i'm the odd one out, a middle aged man with a tye-dyed t-shirt comes up to me and starts babbling. it was hard to understand, but i smiled and tried to listen. he says "whatcha reading?" "What are you doing here?" "where you from little girl" and other very ucomfortable questions. i find out that he works in television, the maury povich show. great. he tells me that this is where they all hang out and he has to know who everybody is that sits with them. he talks to me for a while as i pretend to be more interested in my book. after he leaves, mad-eye moody man makes his move. he says, "hey, whatcha reading?, i just like to know what people are reading so i can read them myself" as he holds a book of neicheze that the crazy fat lady gave him. then he gives me a crazy, crooked mad-eye moody smile and then winks at me. after that, a black guy about 20 yrs old who is skateboarding asks to sit down next to me. he says, "i think that guy just wanted an excuse to talk to you" and smiles at me. a scientologist walks by and hands the guy some tickets to their "industry of death" museum. the guy reacts like, "how comes he give this to me and no one else? who does he think i am?" as i look at the tickets it says, "INDUSTRY OF DEATH MUSEUM. PSYCHIATRY IS KILLING OUT CHILDREN" and is lined in decorrative fire graphics. the guys is totally pissed off and offended, as if the scientologist was specificaly targeting him. give me a break. after about 1/2 hour, and one page read, Ryan finaly saves me, and we walk home, strategically stepping over various drunk crazy people on the street.
good god, if starbucks isn't a safe place to be, then where is? i give up, hollywood is crazy. i went to the post office today and witnessed two crazy people in a fist fight. they both looked drunk. it was pretty sad though. unless you live in fucking beverly hills, the crazy people outnumber the normal people, 10 to 1, i swear.
an update on living in hollywood. first of all, i feel like everyone is insane except for me and Ryan.
first story: i went to the grocery store the other day, by myself, to buy groceries. pretty innocent, isn't it? i stood in line at the register and the man in front of me, who is tall, large, black and hunched over like a hunchback. he turns around, looks at me with his bloodshot eyes, and we have a moment that is the exact same moment in "Home Alone" where Macaulay Caulkin confronts the crazy man that sweeps the sidewalk in the dark by his home. this scary, large man, looks at me, and growls as if he is a wolf. it was just like out of a horror movie. or, more specifically, that scene in "Home Alone". the man was buying a single cantelope. it was just, a very very odd moment. i was so scared he was going to follow me to my car and eat me or somthing. man, that look, was paralyzingly frightening. it gives me shivers to reminisce about it. it wasn't just a moment, he kept looking at me. and i was behind him, he went out of his way to turn his head around and growl at me as he waited to buy his cantelope.
another story. i went out to the car, parked about two blocks away from the apartment. in broad daylight, approxcimately 4pm. i go out to the car to grab something i forgot. i approach the car, and realize that there are about 4 guys hovering around the car. i hope that my car has nothing to do with them, but alas, as i approch, they give me a looks, like i'm about to take THEIR car. the four guys are dressed all in black, and their faces are covered in facial piercings all shiny and silver. from their baggy black clothes, hang tons of thick silver chains. as i come closer, i realize they are using my car to roll joints of some sort. i come up to the car and one says, "hey man, we were using your car as a cover" and laughs. as i smile and unlock the door, i see all the individual piles of drugs on the hood of the car. the same guys goes "sorry, no big deal, but we were just using this car as a cover, no worries man" and pinches a few of the piles off my car and laughs like the crazy man he is. i decided to move the car.
another story. i was waiting for Ryan to get out of class, so i had about 1/2 an hour to spend on hollywood blvd. i brought a book and think, i'll just go to starbucks and read. nothing weird will happen to me there. no one will bother me, i can just relax and read and be in peace. wrong. i get my chai tea, and decided to sit outside on one of their tables. as i sit down and open my book, i soon realize i've sat in the middle of some crazy people meeting at the local starbucks. there is a lady behind me with rotten teeth, a ragged dress, lots of fat, and scraggly hair. she is swearing and talking to the rest of the crazy folk. another man behind me has a novelty "mad-eye moody" eye on his face. this novelty harry potter eye was obviously purchased at the souvineer store across the street. he actually looks an awful lot like mad eye moody, scarred face, ragged hair and the fucking crazy eye. there are about 4 other people with him, all talking to the crazy lady. as i realize they all know each other and i'm the odd one out, a middle aged man with a tye-dyed t-shirt comes up to me and starts babbling. it was hard to understand, but i smiled and tried to listen. he says "whatcha reading?" "What are you doing here?" "where you from little girl" and other very ucomfortable questions. i find out that he works in television, the maury povich show. great. he tells me that this is where they all hang out and he has to know who everybody is that sits with them. he talks to me for a while as i pretend to be more interested in my book. after he leaves, mad-eye moody man makes his move. he says, "hey, whatcha reading?, i just like to know what people are reading so i can read them myself" as he holds a book of neicheze that the crazy fat lady gave him. then he gives me a crazy, crooked mad-eye moody smile and then winks at me. after that, a black guy about 20 yrs old who is skateboarding asks to sit down next to me. he says, "i think that guy just wanted an excuse to talk to you" and smiles at me. a scientologist walks by and hands the guy some tickets to their "industry of death" museum. the guy reacts like, "how comes he give this to me and no one else? who does he think i am?" as i look at the tickets it says, "INDUSTRY OF DEATH MUSEUM. PSYCHIATRY IS KILLING OUT CHILDREN" and is lined in decorrative fire graphics. the guys is totally pissed off and offended, as if the scientologist was specificaly targeting him. give me a break. after about 1/2 hour, and one page read, Ryan finaly saves me, and we walk home, strategically stepping over various drunk crazy people on the street.
good god, if starbucks isn't a safe place to be, then where is? i give up, hollywood is crazy. i went to the post office today and witnessed two crazy people in a fist fight. they both looked drunk. it was pretty sad though. unless you live in fucking beverly hills, the crazy people outnumber the normal people, 10 to 1, i swear.