Rooting for the green

Over this weekend, I went home. I was put in a predicament, because I was assigned to be discussion leader in my fiat lux, "The Ecology of Crime," however, I did not yet receive my book from that basslard half.com man. He is supposedly on vacation, but I threatened him with three messages. I hope he gets them soon. And I hope I get my books soon!

Anyways, so I checked online to see if any regional bookstores carried the book I was supposed to read. I wanted to read really quick and just leave. Not only did that not happen, because all the bookstores suck (or probably the book sucks) and it wasn't in stock, but I just read it and it took forever, so I probably would not have been able to finish my reading material in a short enough time. So I had to rush back to UCLA today, before five p.m., so that I could get the book from the bookstore.

First thing, we had to go to Saips' house to pay respects to my grandpa. My cute mother was very proud of a paper t-shirt she had bought to burn for him. Anyways, we were on crunch time, because we got there at 12, and I had to be back by 5. In addition, before heading back to UCLA, we had to go to the phone place and get some stuff sorted out. Whatever, me, my daddy and mommy were out of that dumb phone place by 4 and got back to school at 4.30ish. And then afterward, we went out in Westwood. I loved it. Just me and mommy and daddy. I love my family to death, but honestly, who doesn't want or like that only-child experience, if only for 4 hours. So we were on a quest to find impossible Westwood street parking. And we were circling around the streets for a while. When we're stopped at a stop light, we see a car from across the street getting out. So at the intersection, we are all very nervously yelling "GREEN! GREEN! GREEN!" This happens as several cars turn into that street, near the spot that WE WERE CLAIMING. So luckily no one took the spot! But when we get there, that dumba$ sign says "Passenger loading only." But we were so animated. It was cute. And it was my favorite part of this wondrous day.

Other stuff- I took my mom to Whole Foods to get organic Golden raisins, all three of us went to DSW (where I realized exactly how deep my dad's obsession with Addidas sneakers was. He had always loyally bought Addidas, but I didn't realize it was one of those sneaker-fetishes until he saw a size 12 pair and said, "Look at this beautiful shoe! And it's only $25! They suck; they don't have my size."). I think we encountered some rude b!itches--both in animal and human form. Some woman was putting a leash on her dog, some b!tch was next to them talking on the phone, and when we passed the tight space between them, she said "'scuse me! 'scuse you!" I don't know if she was talking to us, but what a rude LA B!tch. Then after my dad got 2 pairs of shoes, I took them around walking Westwood (they were bored, they thought I was lost. I was kind of leading them nowhere, though). Then we ate Noodle Planet. Thai BBQ Chicken is yum. And pineapple fried rice. My mom ordered Red Bean Ice, but the guy didn't charge us. He forgot. His fault, not ours!

I loved today. And I also realized, that, perhaps, when I defend Angelenos against that nasty reputation that everyone's a cold detached b!tch, I'm thinking of the general population of LA County, rather than city. Because the Westside has a lot of those rich hos who are really stuck up and mean. I don't mean to use this, but they got that entitlement complex, that White Privilege thing down to a TEE. Before calling me racist, look up White Privilege; I learned it in my cluster. Blame my white professors that taught me. But you can't blame them, because they're teaching a theory that I believe exists and has consequences in reality. And for the record, I recognize that not all White people are like this premium LA breed of b!tch.

I realize that I used "perra" a lot in this post.