Lucky Stone

Where I live, I just expect to meet crazies and creepers. It's just what happens in the TL and it is something I have come to anticipate upon leaving my apartment. And pretty much my whole life (at least from the time I started going out to bars, but most likely before that...) if I went out somewhere and there was a creepy guy in a bar - he would find me. I'm a nice person so I don't act rude or mean to these men and they think they stand a chance and the night usually ends with me planning an escape route. But because I am faced with crazy everyday now, I tend to forget that there are creepers outside the TL. Most of the people I have met out while here have been so great. They are friendly and welcoming. They hear I am new and introduce me to everyone they know and invite me to do fun random things. So last night, I went to a going away party/bar crawl with a guy I met a few weeks ago who did just that, introduced me to everyone he knows before he moves to Seattle. We ended up at a karaoke bar and I was sitting at a table behind the group. Along rolls the creeper (usually they are older and creepy, this guy was young but well on his way to be the creepy old man someday). The conversation went like this:
Creeper: Where are you from?
Me: San Diego
Creeper: What brings you here?
Me: School.
Creeper: This is awkward...
Me: Why?
Creeper: Because I feel really uncomfortable talking to you because you're in school and I didn't go to school.
Me: School isn't for everyone.
Creeper: I make a lot of money though and work underground.
Me: Cool.
Creeper: Guess how old I am.
Me: 24
Creeper: Wow, good guess. I'm 23. How old are you?
Me: Ummm...27.
Creeper: You're 7?
Me: Yes. 
Then the bar closed and we all walked outside and I sort of hid myself in the mix of the group. But we get outside and he finds me. Our second conversation:
Creeper: Have you ever traveled outside the US?
Me: Yeah, I went to Spain and some other parts of Europe, Costa, Chile.
Creeper: Did you go to Ireland?
Me: No, but I definitely want to some day.
Creeper: Oh, well I went and I got this stone and it's my lucky stone. I carry it everyday. I want you to have it.
Me: Are you sure?
Creeper: Yeah, just promise you'll take care of it.
Me: I promise.
Creeper: K. Good.
It's actually a pretty cool stone, so one of two things is happening this morning. Either he has a collection of stones and that's his line. Or he was blackout drunk, didn't know what he was doing and is now frantically searching for his lucky stone from Ireland which he wont find cause it is currently in my possession.
He proceeded to follow us to get food and tell me I look like someone he knows and while he was in line we left to go home for the night.
So that was neat.
Also, I failed to mention in previous posts that there is a man who chills on the corner and yells everyday at me: I WANT THAT DOG. and I yell back: I KNOW.
Kbyeee.

Make Over

Ugh - Blogger re-did their site...I am sort of like my dad in that I like what I like and that includes this site changing...
Anyway, I started at the gym by my school in the last couple weeks. It adds a whole new level of crazy that I get to experience. Day one, I show up ready to go and they are remodeling the gym...so my re-do day one I started boxing and it was great. Then on day two I overheard some dude say that he almost made it to third base with some girl over the weekend. And apparently, (I haven't seen this yet) but there is some guy who has very outlandish workout moves where he slaps the punching bags and lifts his arms up in the air. My trainer called it the, "dude, what's up?!" Looking forward to seeing it.
The other morning I walked out and asked what my dog's name is and I said, Allie. His response: Oh, tell him I said good morning. How many boys do you know named Allie?? Then we walked in and I walked out a few minutes later eating an english muffin and some man says, "I'll have a bite of that." And when I kept walking, he yelled after me: You know you liked that!
On an unrelated sidenote, my bed is up on a loft and there is a piece of wall that sticks out that I managed to hit the back of my head on while sleeping on Tuesday morning. I've had a headache ever since and Tuesday was pretty much a blur.
If you're ever in SF and wanna check out a really sweet bar, go to Gold Dust Lounge on Powell. 

Back from Break

Well, I should be finishing my 9 page paper right now...it can wait a few minutes, I suppose. Before I left for spring break I was out walking around (searching for a carrying case for Allie cause the one I ordered online didn't arrive) and this "blind" man was walking toward me. So I moved to the side closer to the buildings and the man sticks his elbow out and full on elbows me in the arm, no way was he blind. He would not have been able to hit me if he were. I tried to dodge it - like I tried to dodge the man missing fingers who reached out to me one day. But I actually said, "don't touch me" to that guy. Gross....get your fingerless hand away from me. I had warning for that guy though, he tried to touch the girl in front of me too. "Blind" man - no warning, just a bruised bicep.
I was told again that Allie is shiny. I don't know why men feel the need to tell me that. Using my dog as a pick up line isn't exactly gonna make me say, "Oh, thank you, sir, let's run away together!" At least, it hasn't yet...time will tell.
Okay, back to paper writing. I just wanted to share a little bit. Now that I am back up here and it's almost summer I can only imagine the stories I will have for you all!

Distraction

Rather than working on my typography homework I have decided to blog for a bit. I was out a couple days ago, at about 11am (this is key to the story) and a VERY drunk man (see why 11am is key) walked over and commented on Allie and how shiny she is - she just got groomed and looks sooo precious. I said thanks, as usual, and then he said he liked my orange coat and how festive it was cause he grew up here. And he went on and on about a bunch of other things as he walked away. Then in the middle of the street he turns around and says, watch me get hit by a car and proceeded to act out what it would look like if that happened...including falling on the ground. So I just said be careful and went back inside.
I'm sure you're all wondering what I have been doing while in school and I will eventually post some things. We don't finish all the projects until the end of the semester and I don't want to "show off" unfinished work. So in a few weeks I will be able to publish some of my work on here. It's been a demanding semester and I am excited for SPRING BREAK which starts tomorrow! Wahoo!