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Ok, seriously. I do understand my pictures are about as interesting as my life right now. I mean, I'm pretty much living at work and I can't really tell you about the interesting parts about work because of that whole work privledge thing. (Yeah, its a problem.) So, until that madness ends, you have to deal with boring pictures.
Technically, this is supposed to be one of the busiest intersections of the world. And, let me tell you, it certainly feels like it on some days. But, thankfully today was pretty chill.
Living in and driving around Westwood can often be a challenge...not just for the busy intersections but living with a lack of parking and tens of thousands of undergraduates. You think about that statement for a minute and then come back to the blog...
Ok, you're back...I mean, UCLA is a super tough school to get into. I had no chance in he!! of getting in (not that I wanted to go to college 5 blocks away from home). I understand there's a certain level of intellegence needed for acceptance. But, let me tell you, when you're trying to get your grocery shopping done, you certainly question the testing ability of the SATs.
So I start, as I always do cutting through produce to get to the first aisle I hit. Its the biggest aisle in the store to start, salad dressings and the like on your right and the whole produce section on your left. Standing in front of me blocking this HUGE opening are three, count 'em three boys, seemingly freshmen (they tend to travel in packs) pondering ONE bottle of ranch dressing.
Dude, I couldn't make this stuff up.
So, I make my way around the market dodging adults and students alike and end up in a checkout line. Again, a different experience in Westwood. Like it takes three boys to pick out a bottle of ranch dressing, in front of me were three girls buying a bottle of vodka. When I saw the line next to me open up, I jumped into it. Getting behind the junior buying water and fruit is a hellevalot faster than standing behind three girls (one of which *may* have been 21, but I woulnd't bet the fake id on it) buying a bottle of vodka.
Technically, this is supposed to be one of the busiest intersections of the world. And, let me tell you, it certainly feels like it on some days. But, thankfully today was pretty chill.
Living in and driving around Westwood can often be a challenge...not just for the busy intersections but living with a lack of parking and tens of thousands of undergraduates. You think about that statement for a minute and then come back to the blog...
Ok, you're back...I mean, UCLA is a super tough school to get into. I had no chance in he!! of getting in (not that I wanted to go to college 5 blocks away from home). I understand there's a certain level of intellegence needed for acceptance. But, let me tell you, when you're trying to get your grocery shopping done, you certainly question the testing ability of the SATs.
So I start, as I always do cutting through produce to get to the first aisle I hit. Its the biggest aisle in the store to start, salad dressings and the like on your right and the whole produce section on your left. Standing in front of me blocking this HUGE opening are three, count 'em three boys, seemingly freshmen (they tend to travel in packs) pondering ONE bottle of ranch dressing.
Dude, I couldn't make this stuff up.
So, I make my way around the market dodging adults and students alike and end up in a checkout line. Again, a different experience in Westwood. Like it takes three boys to pick out a bottle of ranch dressing, in front of me were three girls buying a bottle of vodka. When I saw the line next to me open up, I jumped into it. Getting behind the junior buying water and fruit is a hellevalot faster than standing behind three girls (one of which *may* have been 21, but I woulnd't bet the fake id on it) buying a bottle of vodka.
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My pics may be dull, but at least I use the good cam.
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