I’m at American River College in the computer lab…they say no use other than research, but I guess it’s not enforced very well. Eh, I’m not looking at porn, so who cares. I didn’t get anything done today, even though I tried. I paid for my classes in order to get my student access card, but apparently you can’t get it until January first. Losers. I also tried to see a counselor, but they’re booked. I think I’m just going to ask my dad for a few hundred dollars and then cherry-pick my classes later. I know that I’m taking my math class, and it’s all paid for and such, so I’m fine.

The stupid people at the car dealership never emailed me back. I’m totally calling them tomorrow. I had wanted to do the whole thing over email…but what ‘ev.

Anyway, I have to work tomorrow but I’m totally going to get on the horn with those people at the dealership and see what’s up. If they don’t have anything in stock, I’m going to have to go through the San Francisco dealership. That would really suck. Well, it’s six forty…Adrian’s bus leaves at seven, so I’d better go. I waited for him for a few hours and we only got to spend like an hour and a half hanging out. I’m wasting so much time. I can’t wait until I have my Vespa!

I’m awake this early because me and Christen were going to go do something, but I think it’s too late now. I don’t know if she’s asleep but I don’t want to wake her up…she was probably up extremely late talking to Anton.

I, however, went to sleep relatively early. Maybe that’s why I’m awake at 9 a.m.

It’s a good thing…I can research loans and such. One of my friends told me about this great financing company that they went through. I think I’m going to end up being in debt…but that’s okay, right? I’m already in debt.

I just sent an email to the Vespa dealership asking about prices. When I look at their site, it seems like they only sell Vespa accessories, but they are listed as a dealer on Vespa corporate’s website. If they don’t have any, I’ll have to go to the San Francisco dealer.

Oh my god, yesterday SUCKED. Well, it turned out ok, but I had a very unsavory experience. Me and Adrian were supposed to meet up downtown and have coffee. What really happened was that Adrian’s bus was like two hours late and I waited at Infusion for ever and then just got tired of waiting and headed for the light rail station. Plan B was to meet at Arden Fair and hang out for a while. That entailed taking the train to the Arden/Del Paso stop and boarding a bus.

For those of you who don’t know, Del Paso Heights is the ghetto. When the train passed a big neon sign that said “gold teeth” I knew it was trouble. There were SO many scary people when I got off the train, and I made a beeline to the one security guard there. My fight-or-flight instinct was fully engaged…my heart was pounding…I kept cursing myself. Called Adrian, he was still waiting at the end of his street for a bus (after like two and a half hours). I would have given anything just to get home. So of course, when the next train came, I got the fuck out of there and went to Watt and I-80, which was still shady but not in a bad neighborhood, where I knew I could catch a bus to Kelly’s house. Adrian talked me through the whole process, as he knows Sac’s public transit system much better than I do, but still…I was seriously amazed to be at Kelly’s house and not like, dead.

Through the whole ordeal, I was like: “I AM GETTING A FUCKING CAR TOMORROW.”

So that’s what I’ve been doing all morning. I sent an email to the dealership…and if they don’t respond in a timely manner I’ll call. I also need to go to the college and see a counselor. Hm, I’m conveniently at Kelly’s house…I might as well walk across the street and do it.