Jack for President

I know..I haven't written anything in awhile. Just recovering from the semester. I guess I'll just jump right in: here's a good one. Allie had done her business one day and I was cleaning it up when an older man thanked me for cleaning it. He asked if I lived nearby and how I felt about people around here with big dogs. Then he asked where I'm from and when I said San Diego he asked if I wear flip flops all the time down there. So I said yeah, I guess. And he asked if I ever saw any calendars with girls in bikinis. Again, yeah, I guess. Then said he always thought a good calendar would be just pictures of girl's feet instead. And asked if I would be a foot model for him and said he'd pay me. Of all the people, in all the world to ask, he asks me...the one with purple feet. I responded with, I'm pretty sure you don't want pictures of my feet - they're purple. He said, just think about it.  That's gonna have to be a no.
Tonight I was walking to a tasting event for different restaurants and I was sort of dressed up. I mean, normal for what I would wear to an event. But kinda dressy. Well this crazy black man was talking to himself and then turns to me and says, "I wish I were just like you." Which reminded me of when Chris was here and he told me to "turn into him" and I laughed and said, "yeah, I'm gonna grow a foot and turn into a man." His response: "no, you fool." Cause really. He just wanted me to turn toward him. Haha.
Last weekend I went to the North Beach festival and afterward, my friend Allie and I were sitting on a bench and were joined by two very drunk men. One was hilarious! He says, "I've been meaning to tell you guys since I first saw you. You're both just sooo ugly." He later asked an Asian man who couldn't understand him why he wouldn't look at the sunset and if he was a vampire. We got that on video. We asked what he did and he said he "wasn't a pilot. He was a non-pilot, but not a stewardess. But he would be a stewardess today if we wanted something." Okayy buddy. So finally we say we have to go and when we stand up I turn to the guy who barely said anything except that his name was Gino and I said, "Gino, we're the same height. That is neat." It's from Orange County. He didn't get it either and got kinda mad at me. But we were the same height and it was neat.
A final quote of the night is from a man walking by me on the street:
"Now I know why Elvis said he was all shook up."

Finals Week!

Eeek - I have SO many projects due on Monday!! A couple notable things have gone on lately. The first being that I must look like a local these days, 3 people asked me for directions the other day. Yep, three - in ONE walk home (almost a mile). This is neat: I went to a show on Friday and met a girl from San Diego and she was there with some dude and we were chatting and then I left. And I went out with a friend who I haven't seen in FOREVER who was in town from Phoenix, so great seeing him. But I've digressed...On Saturday I went to a (mansion) party for Cinco de Mayo. And some chick hit a pinata so there was candy all over the ground. Then this dude walks by and we start talking about it and chatting for about five minutes until he says, "wait, what did you do last night?" Yep - he was the guy at the show with the girl from SD. Such a small world.
I've been holed up in my apartment doing final projects for DAYS and then last night I went to a concert. I needed to take a cab there (cause I haven't learned the bus system yet, this summer I am gonna get on that). On O'Farrell there are usually a bunch of cabs so I walk up there and am waiting on the corner for one to pass and a crazy broad walking across the street (note, there is police action happening behind her) says to me, "You better go save his daughter and I don't mean the one you killed at the penitentiary. Ya na mean?" I don't know what she means, no. However, I about died laughing. She was waving her arms all crazy-like. Never a dull moment.
Dad - so good to see you yesterday!

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!

Sweet Offerings

A few little things before bed...
The other day I was coming home from school and I was having a rough mid-semester breakdown sorta day. And so I put my head down and stormed home. Right before I hit Jones (my street) a man says to me: "where you going, baby? Let me take you home with me, I'll take care of you." Will you?? It took everything inside of me not to be like: you can't even take care of yourself!!! But I just kept walking.
Then today some other homeless man asked if I needed a ride somewhere and that he'd drive me anywhere I needed to go...in what car, I wonder. I love how they all make me these offers like they can follow through with them. At least they think positively. Unlike the lady that called Allie "ankle piranha". So rude. But sorta true. :/
I don't know if I've mentioned how wonderful the people in the building next to me are - but they are just really great. I absolutely love how they throw their trash into the easement and now raccoons have taken up residence there. It's a raccoon heaven back there. So unsanitary. And they BLAST music 24/7. I finally filed a noise complaint with the police and it was quiet for a solid week. Then back on last night extremely loud. It's shockingly quiet now so I should try to fall asleep while I have the chance!