The last two days have been pretty interesting for me. I know you'd love to read about it, so keep on!
On Friday I went to the fashion district in LA to meet with my roommate and her sister because every last Friday of the month there's a sample sale, where new styles go for below wholesale. The first building had some pretty whack stuff that I felt almost compelled to buy simply due to the cost of gasoline and parking (my roommate paid $14; luckily, I only paid $5). The second building had some good stuff, so I came away with some fairly cheap quality clothes. Not too shabby, eh? It was an interesting experience, because it was halfway between a swapmeet and a showcase; half the shops/offices didn't have any samples, and when you tried to look at their clothes they got all up in your grill, like you were trying to jack their style or something. Other label reps were really chill. People were shedding clothes in the corners of the room because there were no changing rooms. One guy was making a presentation to a buyer (I think). He said that everyone who's making it as a designer in the clothing industry is pulling out their hair because of the stress. I don't think I could ever see myself in that line of work. My roommate is trying to, and it's a lot of work. Of course, then I remembered that I was never really cut out for the business world anyway. I could only every sell or promote something I had my hands in. Being a biology major, I've kinda closed that door anyway. Leaving the place was interesting too. Walking around downtown makes you feel pretty insignificant, and the comfort level really isn't there either. I'd like to think I could hold my own in the city. When I got my car back from the parking dude I forgot to tip him, even though he parked my car for me. I even had the money ready. Damn, I used to be a valet too, and I hated stiffs with a passion. He was helpful too, got me back to the freeway without getting lost. Guess that's just one more thing I have to keep in mind.
After coming back to Irvine, I helped my fellow Loggers buy food for the homeless outreach we had today in LA. I figure we had about 700-800 pounds of food and water. We shelled out about $650 and ended up making 525 something lunches. That's after someone decided to ignore our warning signs and took a whole case of water and fruit snacks, $20 worth of food. How whack is that? The signs stated it was for homeless people. I wonder what that person did with it. I would have helped pack the lunches, but I worked out late Friday night and slept late. Even with my stereo a foot away from my ear, I didn't wake up to the alarm. I did however, feel a throbbing pain in my ear when I finally woke up three hours later. I didn't even get to shower because I called them up and they were going to leave me. I really hauled getting to campus. It's so nice driving stick. Anyway, I barely made it before they had threatened to leave and we made our way to LA. The lunches went really quick this time, partly because people were grabbing at them, and also because people were being hella greedy. One guy made off with about ten lunches. I'm not even sure he was homeless or not. Some guys had gold and platinum chains (dunno if they were fake or not) and were standing in line, asking for extra lunches. One guys told us about his philosophies about Skid Row. He told us he respected everybody and didn't mess with people... as long as there wasn't crack involved. At least a few people got lunches who really needed them. That's about the most we could have done anyway.
After the homeless outreach, we ate Jolly-Bee's in Carson and ate at Leo's house. Then we played mafia. And then, we piled in our cars and made our way to Irvine again. I think only the drivers were awake. How sad is that? Instead of playing racquetball, a few of us chilled at Francia's apartment and vegged. After that I left and then drove home to Chino Hills. I was pulling almost 90 mph in some areas. I've been driving fast lately (partly out of necessity), but never unsafely. I never go that much faster than traffic. The general traffic just seems to be going 5-10 mph faster than it usually does. I can't say I don't enjoy it. Every once in a while it's good to stretch your legs out (i.e. push your comfort level). I get this weird tense feeling in my legs when I drive fast. I drive in constant fear of being pulled over. Until I feel like cruising again, I'll run. They say it's good for the heart.
I hope you didn't read all of that hoping for a grand revelation at the end. Life isn't made up of grand revelations though. Without the in-betweens, you don't have much.
I'm left in a profound state of gratitude. Thank you Lord.
On Friday I went to the fashion district in LA to meet with my roommate and her sister because every last Friday of the month there's a sample sale, where new styles go for below wholesale. The first building had some pretty whack stuff that I felt almost compelled to buy simply due to the cost of gasoline and parking (my roommate paid $14; luckily, I only paid $5). The second building had some good stuff, so I came away with some fairly cheap quality clothes. Not too shabby, eh? It was an interesting experience, because it was halfway between a swapmeet and a showcase; half the shops/offices didn't have any samples, and when you tried to look at their clothes they got all up in your grill, like you were trying to jack their style or something. Other label reps were really chill. People were shedding clothes in the corners of the room because there were no changing rooms. One guy was making a presentation to a buyer (I think). He said that everyone who's making it as a designer in the clothing industry is pulling out their hair because of the stress. I don't think I could ever see myself in that line of work. My roommate is trying to, and it's a lot of work. Of course, then I remembered that I was never really cut out for the business world anyway. I could only every sell or promote something I had my hands in. Being a biology major, I've kinda closed that door anyway. Leaving the place was interesting too. Walking around downtown makes you feel pretty insignificant, and the comfort level really isn't there either. I'd like to think I could hold my own in the city. When I got my car back from the parking dude I forgot to tip him, even though he parked my car for me. I even had the money ready. Damn, I used to be a valet too, and I hated stiffs with a passion. He was helpful too, got me back to the freeway without getting lost. Guess that's just one more thing I have to keep in mind.
After coming back to Irvine, I helped my fellow Loggers buy food for the homeless outreach we had today in LA. I figure we had about 700-800 pounds of food and water. We shelled out about $650 and ended up making 525 something lunches. That's after someone decided to ignore our warning signs and took a whole case of water and fruit snacks, $20 worth of food. How whack is that? The signs stated it was for homeless people. I wonder what that person did with it. I would have helped pack the lunches, but I worked out late Friday night and slept late. Even with my stereo a foot away from my ear, I didn't wake up to the alarm. I did however, feel a throbbing pain in my ear when I finally woke up three hours later. I didn't even get to shower because I called them up and they were going to leave me. I really hauled getting to campus. It's so nice driving stick. Anyway, I barely made it before they had threatened to leave and we made our way to LA. The lunches went really quick this time, partly because people were grabbing at them, and also because people were being hella greedy. One guy made off with about ten lunches. I'm not even sure he was homeless or not. Some guys had gold and platinum chains (dunno if they were fake or not) and were standing in line, asking for extra lunches. One guys told us about his philosophies about Skid Row. He told us he respected everybody and didn't mess with people... as long as there wasn't crack involved. At least a few people got lunches who really needed them. That's about the most we could have done anyway.
After the homeless outreach, we ate Jolly-Bee's in Carson and ate at Leo's house. Then we played mafia. And then, we piled in our cars and made our way to Irvine again. I think only the drivers were awake. How sad is that? Instead of playing racquetball, a few of us chilled at Francia's apartment and vegged. After that I left and then drove home to Chino Hills. I was pulling almost 90 mph in some areas. I've been driving fast lately (partly out of necessity), but never unsafely. I never go that much faster than traffic. The general traffic just seems to be going 5-10 mph faster than it usually does. I can't say I don't enjoy it. Every once in a while it's good to stretch your legs out (i.e. push your comfort level). I get this weird tense feeling in my legs when I drive fast. I drive in constant fear of being pulled over. Until I feel like cruising again, I'll run. They say it's good for the heart.
I hope you didn't read all of that hoping for a grand revelation at the end. Life isn't made up of grand revelations though. Without the in-betweens, you don't have much.
I'm left in a profound state of gratitude. Thank you Lord.
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