I think one of the things I miss most about Utah is that I'm not risking my life everytime I go shopping at Costco. Granted, I may be overexaggerating a bit, but after having braved the Costco parking lot in Marina Del Rey, I'd rather shoot myself in the head than go again. It seriously is that bad. The parking is as big as, and even bigger, than most Costco lots in Utah, but when I went on a Sunday afternoon (bad time to go, I know, but given the choice of Saturday or Sunday, I think I might've picked the lesser of the evils, not that it really made a difference) it was full. Totally full. The only way I got a spot was cause I spotted some guy walking down to his car with his shopping cart. I staked him out, hovered nearby while he loaded up his Toyota Celica (not the best car to go to Costco with, but given that I drive a 300ZX, I really can't comment) and then slid into his spot after he left.
If that wasn't bad enough, Costco itself was a total jungle. The place was full. Packed with people. Every major aisle was like the 405 at rush hour, only slightly less lethal if you were taller than the carts. Why did people go shopping with their 5 kids? The world may never know. Seriously, if those 5 kids aren't doing any good, just leave them in the car or something because they shouldn't be in the aisles blocking my way. At least the 405 is slightly more organized, there are on-ramps, off-ramps, and lanes. Costco has none of these. It was complete and total anarchy in there, a very dog-eat-dog sort of mentality as I tried to make my way around the store picking up 40 rolls of paper towels and 15 pounds of toilet paper. (I ended up deciding that 15 pounds of toilet paper wouldn't fit in my apartment, so I left those by the wayside so some other person could pick it up and take it home.) Miraculously, though I was stuck in indoor Costco shopping cart traffic, I managed to make it out of there in 45 minutes, probably because I plowed over a few toddlers on my way to checkout.
After I managed to actually buy my shit, some lady in her car practically followed me from the entrance. If this had been anywhere else, I would've called the cops, but as it was, the lady just wanted to stalk me for my parking spot, and not for other nefarious reasons. Phew. I packed up little Captain Usopp and was off, and in the process of leaving the lot almost got run into three times by large SUVs and mini-vans.
California, now I get why the Red Hot Chili Peppers never stop singing about you.
In other news...
FFXII: Third Ascent. I used to have hobbies, then I started playing FFXII. I think some of my online friends are bitching that I spend more time with Balthier than I do with them. Sorry guys, but a girl like me has a certain set of priorities.
Facebook: I hate you. You're now like MySpace Lite, and if it weren't for the fact that you're the only way I keep up with some people from high school, I'd've left you long ago. I hate you now especially since you've been a bastard and have deleted Millions Knives from Texas Tech. :( Now I'm woefully single again. You'll get what's coming to you...one day.
Guitar Hero: ... what's that? I live in Ivalice.
NCAA Football: OSU vs. Florida and Michgan vs. USC. I'd usually root for the coasts, but this time, I'm all with the midwest. Better start practicing the language. Pop. Pop. Hi, I'd like a pop please.