Soooo Yesterday

Yesterday Evening

Yesterday evening, after a rejuvinating weekend in Duluth, I embarked on the two-hour journey back to Minneapolis. This brings me to my next, clichéd point.

When will people learn to use blinkers?

It seems that 95% of drivers use the signal not to convey the message "I plan to turn/change lanes soon," but to exclaim "I AM TURNING/CHANGING LANES RIGHT NOW! GET OUTTA THE WAY!" This is because, in most cases, the blinker is only turned on the instant that the driver is making a turn/lane change.

Yes, yes, I can see your car physically moving from one lane to another--turning on your blinker at this point would be superfluous.

Why, some even turn their blinker on midway through their lane-change. The line of thought that would accompany such an action is one that baffles and confuses me greatly, sometimes to the point of crocodile tears.

Yesterday Night

I went to a neighborhood cafe by the name of Espresso Royale to unwind from the drive with a Italian Soda and Albert Camus' The Plague.

Don't I sound like an intellectual snob?

My reading was interrupted at about 9 o'clock by an enthusiastic, talkative cousin of two collegiate sisters who were entertaining her for the week. Their names were Jenelle, Megan, and (?), respectively.

I'll admit that I was quite alright with being interrupted, whatwith having no roommate for two weeks starting last friday, and the friendly conversation lasted until approximately 11:45. Meeting new people is exciting for me because even though I consider myself friendly, I tend to not be outgoing when it comes to people I don't know.

Jenelle has a pre-occupation with the Playboy culture. In reference to the desire to visit the Playboy Mansion, she had this to say:

"I just want to walk in those big doors and look around--and then be escored off the premises because 'this is private property.' "