I meant to blog about some events last week and didn’t have time to write! Prepare to time travel into the nearly present past…
It is last Tuesday and I’m driving to class. I have two classes one after the other, and if I don’t run, I’m usually late. So today, I decided to drive instead. The buildings are maybe a five minute drive a part, so naturally, I wasn’t wearing a seat belt. I forgot that my life is…well, Beck, so I didn’t think anything of it. Lo and behold! Who should see me turning into the parking lot but the good ole town police. I didn’t see the cop pull in after me, so I parked and prepared to get out when I saw the flashing lights in my mirrors. I immediately knew why he had pulled me over and waited for him to get out of his car in slow motion (with his deputy in tow) and approach my window. The usual cop and driver script was played through, both of us unenthusiastically, and I gave him my license and registration. He kept me waiting in my car for a long time while he did magic and mysterious things with my documents in his car. Eventually, he returned with a bright and shiny ticket, which I didn’t even look at before throwing it in my glove compartment and heading to class. At this point, I was twenty minutes late and very hot and bothered.
I can understand if I wasn’t wearing a seat belt on the interstate, but I was in the car for less than five minutes and I got a ticket. Of course, I didn’t tell him that; he wouldn’t have cared anyway. I know it’s ultimately my fault and “responsibility” and “Click-it or Ticket” blah blah blah, but really, he could have let me go with a warning. In my experience, Po-po don’t give “warnings” unless you’re a flirty blonde. Maybe that’s not true, but I’m upset about this, so (:P). This has not been a good year for me and Rihonce (my car) thus far.
Update: I went in for my court date and a super cute DA let me off. Hooray for not having to pay the ticket! I’m mending my ways and never driving without my seat belt again!
I’m getting the feeling none of you realize how small the dating pool is for intelligent women at my school. This goes beyond the girl/boy ratio as many of the guys that do attend my school are, well…frat boys.
I heard a conversation very much like this while waiting in line to pick up a package this week.
Dude 1: How was your weekend, bro?
Dude 2: I’m exhausted. I threw up, like, four times every night.
Dude 1: Yeah, I just chucked it out the third floor balcony every night. Haha
Dude 2: I went home, popped a Prozac before bed and maxed out.
Dude 1: Yeah dude, I got home, smoked a bowl and just chilled.
Ladies and gentleman, these men will most likely procreate someday…#ohdear
I’ll leave you with that,
PS: Yes, I’m aware that all my images are from The Mindy Project and I don’t care. Mindy is my spirit animal (sometimes).