So I decided not to go to Homecoming this year because there was a show I wanted to see, and it turned out that there were actually *a lot* of people who wanted to tag along. So we were driving around the city looking for a place to park and… what do you know? The circus was in town. So we succumbed to the divine circus forces and drove into a parking garage.

And there was a scraping sound.

The 1997 Mercury Villager I was driving collided with the You-Must-Be-This-Short-To-Ride-This-Parking-Lot bar. I wasn't particularly surprised by this, so I calmly maneuvered my way in, then proceeded to turn around.

But.

The parking garage lady had other plans. No kidding, this is the angriest I have ever seen another human being. It was impossible to understand exactly what she was trying to say because her communication was stuck behind a cloud of "fucks." And my friends were yelling back at her. I guess I was the only person who wasn't red in the face… just kinda snuck out of that place without saying a word.

Lots of cunts. Lots of bitches and fucks and shits and so on. But I refrained. We don't need that kind of anger.

Ironically, as soon as we got out of the lot, we found a parking meter. So we parked the car and went to eat at a Subway across the street.

Subway was out of bread.

So we went to the show.

Show was canceled.

By this point, things were just humorous. We settled on a pizza place for dinner and walked around the city for a bit, then went back to my friend's house.

And I'm feeling better these days. College can only be stressful, but it's getting better. I'm strongly considering sound/audio engineering as a career, so ideally I could work with bands to mix albums. Sounds like fun, eh?

Fall is really red this year- even in the sky. Really pretty hereabouts.

Peace