Monday, October 06, 2003
So today while I was waiting in line to buy Michael Moore tickets it suddenly dawned on me that I am now the the type of person to wait in line to buy Michael Moore tickets. What type of person is this? Well judging form the people around me it involves lots of scarves, tote bags, and tortoise rimmed glasses. An aura of my-aren't-we-culturally-and-intellectually-conscience permeated the air. I am hesitant to associate with such people for they probably listen to Tori Amos as opposed to Mandy Moore. Though now that I just typed that how cool that I like both Michael Moore AND Mandy Moore. The more Moores the merrier, ha cha cha!
As I was waiting I played a little game I like to call "Spot the UCLA Sweatshirt." No, this does not involving stains on laundry, but rather counting the number of UCLA logos that pass by. While I do not look for sweatshirts exclusively, the number of sweatshirts far out weighs hats, t-shirts, and back-packs.
Time I commenced game: 8:55.
Time I stepped up to the ticket window: 9:03.
Number of UCLA emblazoned articles: 29.
(Please note that I was standing in line longer than this, but as "Spot the UCLA Sweatshirt" was not invented until approximatly 8:55 this morning, there was no way I could have been playing it earlier)
Sigh. Sometimes playing "Spot the UCLA Sweatshirt" hurts one's eyes in much the same way one's eyes hurt when counting cars on a train. Too many, too fast. And though I did not keep track, I would wager that 75% were the same block-lettered hoody that everyone apparently owns and pulls out on cloudy days.
Last night I dreamed I had to teach mom's MDO class because she was sick. Poor kids.
As I was waiting I played a little game I like to call "Spot the UCLA Sweatshirt." No, this does not involving stains on laundry, but rather counting the number of UCLA logos that pass by. While I do not look for sweatshirts exclusively, the number of sweatshirts far out weighs hats, t-shirts, and back-packs.
Time I commenced game: 8:55.
Time I stepped up to the ticket window: 9:03.
Number of UCLA emblazoned articles: 29.
(Please note that I was standing in line longer than this, but as "Spot the UCLA Sweatshirt" was not invented until approximatly 8:55 this morning, there was no way I could have been playing it earlier)
Sigh. Sometimes playing "Spot the UCLA Sweatshirt" hurts one's eyes in much the same way one's eyes hurt when counting cars on a train. Too many, too fast. And though I did not keep track, I would wager that 75% were the same block-lettered hoody that everyone apparently owns and pulls out on cloudy days.
Last night I dreamed I had to teach mom's MDO class because she was sick. Poor kids.
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