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I'll start it off.....
Today I drove over to Westwood, wanted to do some reading at the UCLA med library, maybe chat up some coeds. There was a kids fair going on today and I strolled through seeing a group of 10-12 year old boys hovered near a sign that said "UCLA sex workers meeting and art fair Wednesday 8pm." What the hell?! Now college might have changed a bit since I was there but I dont think you should be advertising that stuff...
Ok so I head over to the UCLA med bookstore to check out the newest pathology texts....they have like crap books...A couple copies of Ackerman, no good Cyto or Derm books, no Wheedon even, no forensics books at all, totally gimp. So, disappointed I head into the library and sit down in a desk thing, then as Im reading I notice this Sikh resident frigging reading my book over my shoulder! What the hell, I tell dude whats up and did he need something, he said no, he just wanted to read over my shoulder...okay, freak! I leave, go to Starbucks, but there is a movie premier and like more security than a US embassy is protecting the premier of some lame animation flick so I cant get into Starbucks....after drafting an open letter to Osama Bin Laden explaining how many juicy infidels live in West LA, I leave.
Today I drove over to Westwood, wanted to do some reading at the UCLA med library, maybe chat up some coeds. There was a kids fair going on today and I strolled through seeing a group of 10-12 year old boys hovered near a sign that said "UCLA sex workers meeting and art fair Wednesday 8pm." What the hell?! Now college might have changed a bit since I was there but I dont think you should be advertising that stuff...
Ok so I head over to the UCLA med bookstore to check out the newest pathology texts....they have like crap books...A couple copies of Ackerman, no good Cyto or Derm books, no Wheedon even, no forensics books at all, totally gimp. So, disappointed I head into the library and sit down in a desk thing, then as Im reading I notice this Sikh resident frigging reading my book over my shoulder! What the hell, I tell dude whats up and did he need something, he said no, he just wanted to read over my shoulder...okay, freak! I leave, go to Starbucks, but there is a movie premier and like more security than a US embassy is protecting the premier of some lame animation flick so I cant get into Starbucks....after drafting an open letter to Osama Bin Laden explaining how many juicy infidels live in West LA, I leave.