Are you there blog?--It's me, Melanie.

I have developed a serious obsession for a local restaurant. Mama Kat's envelops my every thought. I want nothing more than to be a 'regular' there. When I walk in, I want all of the employees to be like: "Hey Mel, want the usual?" It's a serious life goal. Which may expose to you a glimpse of my pathetic ambitions. The worst part is that I'm not sure if I'm more obsessed with the breakfast burritos with avocado, or the idea of being a regular. Either way, I'm giving ole Mama Kat good business. Which is good, viva la small businesses. oops politics. sorry.

My armpit itches, but I am afraid to scratch it at the risk of looking slovenly at work. Though posting blogs probably doesn't do much for image either.

So earlier, I went to Palomar Community College to drop off my transcripts so that I can go to summer school. And naturally, I have no idea where I'm supposed to go. So I park in a faculty lot because it was closer, and get out of the car like I own the place...in case the almighty campus security was watching from afar. As I'm walking towards ambiguity, I notice a puddle to my right side. I quickly realized that the puddle had overflowed onto the pavement my sandals were trying so hard to latch onto. For a moment, I am lifted from the pavement and my entire body is flailing back and forth until I hear a splash. Then I feel a wetness. Then I hear an "Oh my goodness, are you alright?" I had fallen into the puddle. cool. So I just start laughing, but nobody joins in. Searching for my own composure, I grab my belongings (which have also been scattered throughout the mud) and go to the bathroom nearby and attempt to wash off.

Then! I finally find a map, and make it to the admissions office. They tell me I'm in the wrong place. Apparently, 'admissions' doesn't mean admissions. The employee says "Ok, just follow that guy, he's going to the same place." I look around, there are like 6 guys walking out the same door. I make a weird face and say "which guy...." All of the sudden some guy turns around and raises his hand and says "ME!" So I follow. I then realize I am following a special needs person. Not that I am opposed to it in any way, he totally knew where he was going, and gave me a tour. Palomar became Disneyland for the duration of the walk. He goes into the office, takes care of his business. I do the same, but as I'm doing so, I notice that he's still in there...waiting. Once I'm finished, I flash him a smile and say "Thanks for the tour!"

I'm walking back to my car and I hear footsteps behind me. It's my ex-tour guide. I hoped he coincidentally parked in the faculty lot too, then considered whether or not he was faculty, even my paranoid side came out and wondered if he was an undercover campus security man trying to meet his citation quota. I walk up to my car and he was still behind me, so I turned around and said something dumb like "How are you doing?" to see why he was following me. How are you doing? Really Melanie? ugh. He then says "I just wanted to follow you, since you followed me." I'm such a jerk.