It's starting to look a lot like christmas...okay, not really
Now that all the scheduling drama has settled down and been figured out, I can finally relax a little. It feels good to have that whole ordeal done and over with. I'm not the type of person who deals with stress well, so the entire fiasco really did a number on me. I stood my ground and got the classes I needed though; no worries.
Mostly this week I've just been settling into classes and trying to figure out my area better. I've been checking out what shops and stuff are walking distance from me. It's pretty amazing compared to Los Osos how many shops and such are in my little slice of San Francisco. And while looking around, I found Canada Dry green tea ginger ale. The cashier was kind of ominous when I asked him how it tasted, but I bought it anyways. And let me tell you, I love it. I don't think it's that weird at all.
Today Phoebe (who has been the most amazing and helpful person I've met so far in San Francisco) and I went to lunch together. Believe it or not, this crazy guy I met briefly at orientation months ago was in the same restaurant and he walked up to me. Mind you, we only talked for like 15 minutes and this was MONTHS ago and yet he remembered my name and everything. I didn't remember him at all. He just happens to have an extraordinary memory; it's not that mine fails, alright?
Phoebe had to go to class and I had class in about two hours so I wandered around the nearby mall for a bit trying to pick out Christmas gifts. My search was pretty fruitless. The only thing I really got out of the mall was the sight of some guy trying on women's pink shirts at H&M. I don't know what that was about, but it amused me.
Class went well, met Sara, and bought tea. But on the way home, this creepy guy was following me and asking questions about where I live and stuff. Now, I'm not about to tell some stranger, let alone some creepy stranger who keeps hitting on me (DO NOT WANT), where the hell I live. Anyways, he finally stopped with the questions and started trying to invite me to dinner and stuff. It was about 7:30 PM and I don't like staying out late, not to mention he's giving off omega creepy vibes, so I politely refused and went to leave for the nth time. At this point he decided it would be a good idea to grab my arm and I decided it would be a good idea to slap him in the face. In my book, it is a BIG no-no to grab a woman's arm or try and keep her there using physical force. That's a big red warning sign in my mind. Anyways, he got to clue and finally left me alone.
Mostly this week I've just been settling into classes and trying to figure out my area better. I've been checking out what shops and stuff are walking distance from me. It's pretty amazing compared to Los Osos how many shops and such are in my little slice of San Francisco. And while looking around, I found Canada Dry green tea ginger ale. The cashier was kind of ominous when I asked him how it tasted, but I bought it anyways. And let me tell you, I love it. I don't think it's that weird at all.
Today Phoebe (who has been the most amazing and helpful person I've met so far in San Francisco) and I went to lunch together. Believe it or not, this crazy guy I met briefly at orientation months ago was in the same restaurant and he walked up to me. Mind you, we only talked for like 15 minutes and this was MONTHS ago and yet he remembered my name and everything. I didn't remember him at all. He just happens to have an extraordinary memory; it's not that mine fails, alright?
Phoebe had to go to class and I had class in about two hours so I wandered around the nearby mall for a bit trying to pick out Christmas gifts. My search was pretty fruitless. The only thing I really got out of the mall was the sight of some guy trying on women's pink shirts at H&M. I don't know what that was about, but it amused me.
Class went well, met Sara, and bought tea. But on the way home, this creepy guy was following me and asking questions about where I live and stuff. Now, I'm not about to tell some stranger, let alone some creepy stranger who keeps hitting on me (DO NOT WANT), where the hell I live. Anyways, he finally stopped with the questions and started trying to invite me to dinner and stuff. It was about 7:30 PM and I don't like staying out late, not to mention he's giving off omega creepy vibes, so I politely refused and went to leave for the nth time. At this point he decided it would be a good idea to grab my arm and I decided it would be a good idea to slap him in the face. In my book, it is a BIG no-no to grab a woman's arm or try and keep her there using physical force. That's a big red warning sign in my mind. Anyways, he got to clue and finally left me alone.