i broke my toe at the beach three years ago, when i decided to wrestle gilmore on the sand. and, since then, every once in a while, i'll do something to aggravate it (such as going on a five mile run with andy wearing terrible shoes), and it will be a bitch for a few days. i'm in the middle of one such episode. it feels like i broke it again. it's all sore and makes walking all over westwood really delightful.
on monday night, after i got on the bus to go to cory's seder, i started listening to my ipod and zoning out. this was a mistake, because not only did i get on the bus going the wrong direction, but i also didn't realize i was going the wrong way until i hit the ocean in santa monica. i then had to walk about ten hours to find another rapid bus stop (i now realize that it's so "rapid" because it never stops), and then get back on the bus going the opposite direction. my favorite part was that the bus that eventually picked me up the second time was the exact same one i'd ridden the first time. that was awesome. i was super late to the seder, and was really humiliated to interrupt the whole dinner when i finally got there, but after the prescribed four cups of kosher wine, no one seemed to care. i had a really great time, and i'm happy cory invited me, even if my getting there was a complete and total disaster and made me look like a moron.
today, the squirrel was "featured" in a daily bruin article, and we made the front page (albeit under the fold). it's nice timing, too, because we have a new issue coming out tomorrow. i am, however, poorly quoted in that article, and there's nothing like sounding hugely inarticulate in one of the most widely circulated college newspapers in the country.
my mom's supposed to come down to visit me this afternoon, and i'm excited not only to see her but also to go out and do something, even if it's just a movie or food or something.
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