Another Page.

It's ironic that while I am writing this entry that my roommates are watching "Stranger Than Fiction" in the other room. What if I was Harold Crick?

Anyhow, this is to amuse me later.
-Some normal looking dude on the bus HOLLARING at every chick he lays his eyes upon.
Lessons I picked up:
-Don't talk about your clothes. Not interesting.
-Don't talk about how you got your clothes. If the first one wasn't interesting enough.
-Don't forget her name. If you do forget her name, make sure to at least remember that you asked her for it.
-Don't wear a rugby shirt with black formal shoes. Not only is it NOT AT ALL interesting, you'll also look old and pervert-y, like you just got off a 9-5 job, threw on a Cal Rugby shirt (thinking you'll fit in, somehow), and hitting on chicks on the 51. Which leads to the number one lesson:
-DON'T HIT ON CHICKS ON THE BUS! If you do, be more subtle about it. Talk softer so no one but the girl hears you...


Stupid.