LIFE AS AN ESHLEMAN HOODRAT

I've logged in WAY too many office hours for this week. But... all is well that ends well. My Pac-10/UC Presidents' Conference invitations turned out amazingly! Unfortunately, at the expense of an ill-prepared Jamie for Rhetoric class. (It's no good when you show up with no textbook or paper to take notes on.) However, it was all worth it to see all my packets being sent off at the Post Office today. (Plus, I had the nice company of Jen Chow and the hotties from the Senate.)

PEOPLE CAN BE SO ANNOYING!

... so there I was, feeling all proud of my packets at the Post Office, waiting in line for their ridiculously SLOW service. This chick (clearly on crack or some sort of hallucinogen) flies (literally) into the place along w/ her Friar Tuck boyfriend. Seriously, this dude was dressed in some ghetto-looking black robe that dragged on the floor, creating a sort of train. And he reeked of incense... reminded me of Ms. Banda, except worse. Anyway, there I was, sitting on the bench, and druggie chick decides to plop herself next to me. I figure, "No biggie, it's Berkeley, I've seen stranger." BUT, I have never heard anything more annoying! Brother John pulls out this whistle-looking thing with keys on it and plays this same wretched tune... over and over and over and over and over and over... again. It wasn't even a nice tune, it was the eeriest thing I've ever heard. I SAT THROUGH 40 MINUTES OF THAT CRAP!!!! I had hoped that they would leave as soon as they were served and leave me in peace. HA! No such luck! Crazy couple *happened* to be the customer right before me. Funny story of how THAT happened... I had walked in, and being the "square" person that I am, thought that I was standing in line. But NO! I was at the end of a MOB! A whole group of people had walked in earlier with the same problem regarding their mailboxes? (I have no idea, don't ask.) Along walks in psycho chick and psycho dude and grabs a number before I could make sense of the maddness. Then psycho dude procedes to point out and count every single person in the Post Office, counting so incredibly slow that I thought I was listening to a kindergartener. No idea what that fool was doing. (This was all before he started to play his damn tune!) Needless to say, that was perhaps the worst 40 minutes I've ever had to sit through. I rewarded myself by window shopping at Ross and Shoe Pavillon. (Didn't buy anything though... darn.)

Enough with irritating songs... and now Caroline is singing, wishing that she could be "Jesse's girl." *shudders*

Raves of the Day:

1) GOOOOOOOD dinner! I think we should cook more often... things come out REALLY good!

2) Amy Grant special on Lifetime... she's my "American Idol."