More Than I Can Chew

Baylor parking sucks.

Not only do I have to get to campus 30 minutes early, but when I do get there super early, there is only one parking spot, which a truck speeds ahead of me to get. Thanks, jerk. Then, after trying to follow two people to their cars like a psycho car-stalker only to have them stolen from me by two other jerks (just because you are in your car does NOT mean you can ignore the code of chivalry. I CAN STILL SEE YOU). Then I finally find a spot that just opened and no one has taken it because it is in compact parking between two SUVs (in compact parking) which have each parked on the yellow line. I had to CLIMB OVER MY CAR to get out. I forgot to consider getting back in until the end of class. I thought I was going to have to climb in through the trunk, and go through that little whole behind the middle seat. Luckily, I could climb back over....

Why don't you take the bus next time?

I wish. I have to go from class to work and don't have time to take the bus...

Bike?

A viable option, except I need a basket for my lunch and I can't be all sweaty and nasty at work....And what if it rains?

I might take the bus anyway and risk being late, just to see. Because when I got to class, the lights weren't even on yet, that's how early I was. This is ridiculous. Last week, I parked in 45 minute Starbucks parking but the parking nazi was leaning on the back of his car just waiting to catch people! I showed him; I went into Starbucks and straight out the back door, all the way around. I didn't get a ticket, but I bet that doesn't work twice....

But on a happier note, I went dancing last weekend with Desnekka and her hubby, as well as his best friend, Spencer. We went to a country western place, which isn't exactly my cup of tea, but I'm not picky, I just want to get out and do something. It wasn't that bad, my two-stepping is getting better.... I can tell, because Spencer hasn't killed me yet. I think he gave up on trying to turn me, and just picked me up to do it. I thought it was fun, until I caught on. But then I got better at turning lol. No one else asked me to dance, except for a 60 something year old man...and not like aww dance with the grandpa! kinda situation. But it was still a lot of fun!

Tuesday: Swing dancing!!!