LA HERE I COME
Some CSOs can be such idiots. I (also an idiot) left my keys in my room tonight and didn't get home until 2:40 AM. I called the CSO dispatch to send somebody to let me in, and twenty minutes after I called a pathetic looking white middle-aged man in glasses showed up. He took me to my door (the name next to the door says Esau -- which for those of you just tuning in, is not my name), saw that the name on the wall didn't match the name on my ID card, and decided he had to call UCSC Police to verify that I was in fact a student. 2:40 in the AM he decides to speak at full volume (loud enough so that when he wasn't talking I could hear multiple people in the building either turning in bed or waking up) to the Police dispatch, asking if my name was on the list of College Eight students. The lady on the other end was unfortunately a mouth-breathingly incompetent moron, and took her sweet time trying to find my name on the computer. The two of them exchanged information back and forth (I tuned out pretty quickly, because I'm really tired and have a really bad headache) for a little bit, during which time I suggested twice that we go outside so he can talk on his radio. Both times he blatantly ignored me and continued to talk to the woman at the UCSC Police headquarters. The retarded CSO eventually got the information he needed and let me in, but he wasted my time, his, and probably woke up at least three people in my building.
Anyway, thanks to both Ben and Melissa I have a computer for the time being. Ben went to LA last weekend and brought up my laptop (which was at his house). I'd left my AC adapter in LA though, but fortunately Melissa has a desktop here AND a Toshiba laptop, which means I was able to borrow her AC adapter and charge my computer. Here I am, just a few hours before I have to wake up and begin my journey to Los Angeles. Boy oh boy, this should be a lot of fun!
