So I woke up this morning with a trails of blood from the corners of my mouth and down my chin. I was also in quite a bit of pain. I think all of this may have something to do with all four of my wisdom teeth being yanked yesterday, but I'm not entirely sure.

In other news, Sam Adams is having a home brewed beer contest. The winner's beer will be sold nationwide. I'm tempted to try it, if I can come up with a good idea. Hmmm, let me rephrase that. A good idea that is legitimately good and possibly even drinkable.

So it's been awhile. Ooops.

I was rear ended. Again. For the second time this year. The fourth time ever. I haven't even changed the oil yet, and I'm going to the body shop AGAIN. Did I mention that I'm not pleased?

A Mercedes pulled out of the valet lane and into my lane. No signal, and obviously without looking, otherwise he would have noticed that I was directly next to him, about halfway past his car. The light had just turned green, so I was going all of 4mph. I slammed on the breaks and stopped in time. The taxi behind me, trying to switch lanes, did not. Time for bumper number three!

While I was talking to the taxi driver afterwards, my faith in humanity was restored. A pedestrian who had seen the whole thing came over and gave me a receipt with her name and phone number on the back. She said that the taxi clearly hit me, and she wouldn't mind telling the insurance company that. There were a whole bunch of pedestrians, as well at least ten other cars, but I never expected any of them to care enough to stop. As upset as I was about getting hit, this simple act of kindness made me feel a lot better.

Melissa is officially going to MIT next year => I am officially moving at the beginning of summer. She's going to be around until the end of August, but I'm aiming for moving out the end of June. Why? It's easier earlier in the summer, when there are more places available and it's not as hot. I plan on going home sometime in August. And, for some stupid reason, parking permits applications for UCLA are due the end of July.

I have already started looking around for possible roommates and places to live. Last summer I gave up and just got a place that didn't allow pets, but this time I'm going to make sure I get a place that allows me to get a dog.

Luckily, I don't have all that much stuff or furniture. My desk sucks - it is a quality desk, in theory, but I was never able to get the top drawer in. Not to mention the paint is all chipping off. It's getting thrown out and I'll just get a new one. It's not a big deal since the damn thing is so heavy in the first place that it'll have to be taken apart just to get it down the stairs. As for everything else, it'll all fit in the back of Nancy's Tahoe. It'll just take a day to move it all.

So. Fun. Yay. I get to get a dog. YAY!

Last night I finally watched My Neighbor Totoro. However, the interesting part is not what I watched, but where I watched it. At Harry Turtledove's house, of course. I did not get to meet him, sadly, since he was upstairs sleeping(?) all evening. It turned out that I had previously spent an evening with one of his daughters since all three daughters are friends with one of my friends from UCLA.

There are only two things that I am going to say about their house. 1) Never have I seen such a large private collection of books before. The entire house was lined with books, which I whole-heartedly approve of. 2) It was a bit surreal to be looking at a slightly dusty Hugo Award sitting on a wet bar.

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