March 11, 2003

• On a spur of the moment type of thing, Brian, Jessie, and I ended up going to Tiff's cool cool wushu class (again!) and I basically drooled all over the floor and almost wet my pants when I found this guy staring at me (us?) the whole time.  But I'm getting ahead of myself, let's go back...to the beginning...

  
  

  In the beginning, the Earth was somehow created, and then many, many, MANY years passed by and then I was born, raised, and now I'm 18 and I hate the same world that was created those many years ago...it's almost ironic, but not really. 

  
  

  Ok, fast forwarding to yesterday, after my horrendous classes (including Al Sabea's that just seemed to drag on and on) I met Tiff outside of Taper to go pay our rent and stuff.

  
  

  Tiff broke our rent paying "mission" into three parts:  (1) get the money (2) change money into money order (3) pay money.  Sounds easy enough...but it wasn't.

  
  

  I went to the bank and withdrew $1565 from my checking and my savings (combined).  You must understand the fear that comes with the knowledge that you are walking through the ghetto with hundreds of dollars in cash in your backpack.  I told Tiff that if anyone tried to ambush me, she'd have to use her eagle claw skills (mummy style!) against them to subdue them.  Luckily we were not attacked at all on our way back from the bank to the post office, which, by the way, was a terribly long walk. 

  
  

  At the post office, not only was it really warm in there, poor Tiff was forced to save spaces for 2 random strangers.  One was this old lady who didn't return for a long, long time.  After a while we figured that old age had caught up to her and that she'd fallen into a lapse of senility and just forgot where she was and went home.  Either that or she died somewhere within the dangerous depths of the post office.  But she returned, to my surprise (a zombie perhaps?).  The other dude, I don't really care about; he just went to go get an envelope or something.

  
  

  We got the money order in this awesome opaque envelope which I kept and I plan on using somehow, someday, for something.  But anway...Tiff and I completed 2/3 of our dangerous journey and we only had 1/3 to go.  But that meant we had to trek back from the Post Office and go to City Park.  My feet where tired and for some reason, my slippers were so slippery!  I don't think it was with sweat, at least I hope it wasn't from sweat. 

  
  

  When we get to City Park we are forced to wait AGAIN for like these 5 asian dudes who were signing their contracts.  A few minutes after we arrive, this cluster of chicks come along and Tiff and I immediately exchange shifty-eyed glances.  We both remembered the time when these two girls came in after us but just cut in front of us (anger level rising).  But these girls were nice and told the lady that we were here first.  Wow, what a nice gesture, looks like some people have class unlike others (ahem, LIKE THE WORKERS AT THE GLENDALE GALLERIA MACYS!). 

  
  

  So we go in, give her the precious money, and leave.  It took like 10 minutes. 

  
  

  And then we walked back to my apartment where we visited Jessie and we invited her to go to wushu with us (us meaning me, brian, tiff, and caleb).  She agreed and like 15 minutes later I was out the door and walking to Tiff's apartment. 

  
  

  Caleb (aka Staff Dude) came to pick us up and we all crushed into the car.  I sat in the back with Tiff and Brian where I must unhappily note that his staffs were back there too, and they totally were smashing my right boob.  So painful.

  
  

  But we go to his apartment in China Town, and we watched a VCD with a really young Jet Li in it.  I watched these monks or something do wushu and it was awesome.  Soon after we left to go to the wushu class.

  
  

  There were only 4 students there for the beginners class and I marveled at how hard the class was..."THIS is beginners?  You've got to be joking!"  An hour and a half later or so, the intermediate class started and the class shriveled down to 3 people.  A lot of time passed and I noticed this dude was standing in the doorway staring at the wushu people, and then staring at us.  I got a creepy rapist vibe from him.  And then some stuff happened and the next thing I know, Jessie and Brian had switched clothes...umm, yeah.  Apparently, I have great birthing hips!  But I don't want babies...just dogs...packs and packs of dogs...GO MISHKA!  (dog rips apart innocent mail man)

  
  

  An hour (and a box of Mac nut chocolates) later or something (I totally lost track of time) Jason (aka broadsword dude) came and he chatted with...us (ahem ahem ahem, bwar har).  And then we left and Jason was kind enough to take us home.  We went to Tapioca express where we all ordered something and then we sat down and talked.  The owner of TE was there and I met him once with my sister but when I said that I was her "sister" he thought I meant pledge sister.  He asks me, "so how many people are in your pledge class?"  And I was like, "WHAT?  Oh.  No, I'm her REAL sister, you know, by blood?"  And I couldn't help laughing really hard about that.

  
  

  And then we talked for a while about stuff, I don't remember what, all I remember is that Jason and I are both Libras, Brian and Jessie both made paper cranes, and Tiffanie...was there.  That's about it.

  
  

  And then we went home.  I walked back to my apartment and I quickly ran back down with Tiff's hastily wrapped present and a shittily printed note and gave it to Brian.  And then I slumped back up the stairs, rolled into the shower, and then oozed into bed. 

  
  

  That's about it.  Tiff and I were talking about having a big dinner to sort of celebrate the coming of Spring Break and have some sort of goodbye type thing, but I'm tired of shouldering the responsibility of planning these dinners all the time so I'm just not going to do it!  Mwa ha!

  
  

  Me:  "You know, the McDonald's something Parade!" 

  
  

  Tiff:  (Shifty eyes) "Did you just say...McDonalds Parade?!"

  
  

  **--**Lor**--**

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