there's always a first for everything. or something like that.

today, i made my first parking mistake. i set out to beat the stereotype that women can't drive- i prove all those smerfs wrong everyday, but today.... i may have gotten a little carried away. so there i was mopping the kitchen with mud. yes, mud. not really, but it might as well have been. the girls before us didn't know how to mop apparently. they must have used a charcoal-water mixture to mop the floors. anyways, that's beside the point. i just wanted to tell you another great story about our clean apartment and the great girls who lived there before us. so i was doing laundry and decided that i wanted to make an oreo cheesecake tonight, but needed oreos, so my roommie and i set off to the 711 to buy some oreos and break a 20 since the dumpy laundry machines can only break up to a 10. there we were sitting in the parking lot when my roommie points out that the guy in the car parked next to us is staring at me. i didn't look over because i was enjoying a dark chocolate truffle and any sane person knows not to disturb me when i'm eating chocolate. while staring at him, she notifies me that he is alone in the car, he's probably only 16 or 17 (too young), and he's kind of good looking. suddenly she freaked out because she made eye contact with him and he freaked out. then it happened again. things took a turn for the worse when she gave me the bowl spaghetti she was eating and told me to eat it really creepily and seductively while watching him. how could i turn down such a challenge? i proceeded to eat the spaghetti and watch him. finally he looked my way and made a very very confused face and mouthed out the word "what?" all of the sudden, i saw this CREEPER face in the back seat of his car and scared the turd out of me. creepiest creeper face ever. the boy clearly saw me freak out and started laughing as i backed out as fast as i could. he was not alone in the car. he had a creeper in his car. hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and hide yo husband cuz they smerfin everybody up in here. hilarious, but terrifying. don't drive and laugh hysterically. just a note to my future self. now that i am a true college student and too cheap to buy a parking permit, i have become a master at parallel parking. however, we were under the influence of dopamine (the chemical released when you laugh) and i got a little over confident and pulled up a little closer to the car in front of me than i should have and ..... mmmmm gave it a love tap, if you may. immediately, i pulled out and did what any responsible person would do---- parked somewhere else, and ran away as fast as i could and locked the apartment door. turns out it was a rental car and it was just a tiny gash from my license plate..so i'm in the clear. moral of the story: be as creepy as you can when you go out in public.