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Damned Punk Kids!
So, the other day I get home from grocery shopping, and I go to pull into the not-a-spot in front of the building so I can unload my trunk before I park, since I'll need to make a few trips. Normally when I do this, I even back in, to make it as quick & easy as possible to get the perishables inside and in the fridge. And that way I won't be in anybody else's spot if they should come home while I'm unloading.

Today, there were about 5 teenagers with skateboards, dressed in their I'm-so-misunderstood goth-kid apparel, sitting behind a parked car across the way, in front of the facing building. So I thought, "Oh, I won't back in, since I don't want them to freak out when the car starts coming toward them." Aren't I thoughtful?

So I get out of my car and pop the trunk, and as I'm walking back to start unloading my car one of the boys says, "Hey. You know that's not a parking spot." And I say, "I'm just unloading my groceries." And he says, "Well, it's not a spot." So I said, "Well, I do this all the time, and nobody seems to mind."

I was so ticked off. What the hell does it matter to him and his little skater punk posse where I park? I'm also ticked at myself for offering an explanation. It's none of his business what I do.

Here is a list of better responses:

"It's not a skate park either."

"What's it to you?"

"Oh my god!! Seriously? Thank you SO MUCH. I had NO IDEA! What would I do without you and your brilliant observations?!?"

"Fuck off, douche."

Put your witty/scathing banter suggestions in the comments, okay?

But instead I just finished unloading my groceries, moved my car to my spot, went inside to change, then walked to Curves, so I could use my anger in a more productive manner. Then I used my key tag to buy a bottle of water at the Mobil on the walk back.

$2.49/gal is unacceptable. Gas prices are getting up there again.

Also, Jen told me that she cannot see any of the things I'm describing in the Kenny Kaizen picture. So I made it easier. Kenny is green, his hat is red, his water wings are orange, his easter basket is blue, his dog is brown and his soccer ball has spots. He is made of masking tape and is standing on white paper, hence the lack of contrast.


If anybody still can't see it, come over, and I will 'splain it to yo' dumb ass.

I think Art Boy might have a girlfriend. He was telling a story in class today and mentioned that "WE had to take [the dog]". He hadn't been really talking about another person at that point in the story, and the not mentioning who the other part of "WE" is seems like reference to a wife or girlfriend to me. Katie says she's holding out hope for me, that it's a roommate or friend or something. Gretchen says there's no future, because he got up at 7am on a Saturday. Although she thought there was something, because there was actual physical contact this week.

This week we started working on the wheel in ceramics. Art Boy was holding onto my hands to help me center my clay. Gretchen thought this meant something, but I'm pretty sure he did that with at least two other people in the class. Oh, by the way, I SUCK at the wheel. Gretchen is freaking awesome at it. I'm so impressed with her. I tried three separate times and kept screwing it up. But I am determined, I am going to make something on the wheel that doesn't look completely crappy. I can get it centered and opened pretty well, but when I start to pull, I make the sides too thin and the lip too thick and the lip makes the sides collapse, so it gets all wobbly and I get sad. He said he can help me with that. (The wobbly, not the sad.) Jen says I need help "outside of class." Always plotting, that one.

But I finished glazing all the stuff I've made so far, so I'll get that stuff back next week.

More SNL love for STL:

"We rented out the St. Louis Arch and if you don't have an invitation you can't even look at it or you'll get arrested."
--Scarlett Johansson, SNL "My Super Sweet 16" sketch

Went to Trivia Night with the Sherrons (the older & younger sets) and Katie. We came as close to winning as you possibly can and not actually win. We tied for first (83 points, woo-hoo!), but lost the tie-breaker. We underestimated ourselves and our estimate of our final score was only 70. Damn our lack of self-confidence!

Daylight Savings Time should never start on April 2. Because if someone tells you about it, you're all skeptical: "Is it really, or are they just screwing with me for April Fools Day?" Because it would be a pretty good prank, you'd show up early for everything, and be all pissed off that people were an hour late to meet you.