Why I like Santa Monica

Just a bunch of randomness....

The Santa Monica Promenade is one of my favorite places in town. Not because of it's silly levels of stupid consumerism, or its million billion plastic filled people who I will never talk to, no, it rules for the random bits of conversation I always seem to overhear there. I will provide little bits of the last three times I was there to show the consistent amusement this place brings.

*Steve and I were grabbing a bite at CPK and getting ready to leave, when the conversation in the both behind us starts to heat up and all of a sudden there's over-the-hill woman yelling "If you don't love me anymore just say it." It's cliche, but still so funny in person.

*I was waiting for some friends in front of one of the many movie theatres out there and as I'm waiting there I'm passed by a young (20's/30's) white couple. Right in front of me the woman is nearly shouting at the guy, "Now will you stop making fun of retards?!" Funny yes, but I feel that I missed something far more funny.

*"Will you stop being such a fucking child and shut up." While the content isn't as funny as the others, the context made up for it. Everyone knows hipsters, especially in LA hipsters are everywhere, hipsters are too cool to ever really get into anything, they're always too laid back, so seeing two hipsters screaming at each other outside Barnes & Nobles is just fucking fun.

That's it for Santa Monica, but I feel like typing more, I really should space these out more, but oh well...

Nah fuck it, I'll put my racial profiling story up some other time.

Time changes

Been working over a week now (barely) and already it feels like I have little to no free time.

Not necessarily bad, but its just fucking with my head. I went from spending most of last year working non-stop on either research, classes or my old job that I stayed in for weekends on end. Then when I came back in January I had nothing to do, I read over twenty books in my time off, watched plenty of movies, and did my damnedest to catch up on the missed sleep from the last few years. Now I'm out the door around 7:30 and back after 6 (not bad I know) and it seems like there's always things I'm not doing because of time.

I'm not complaining, I'm happy to be employed even if it is only a 6-month fix. Just odd.

Job's cool, nice people, learning more about the field, getting my first free lunch tomorrow.