Oh, the police. Well... actually I think I posted about it at one point. My first month in LA, early October 2006 that would be, I managed to slam my thumb in a car door. I immediately felt dizzy like I was going to faint- must have hit a nerve ending or something- so the girl I was with helped me into the nearest diner through the unlocked door.
The diner, apparently, was not open for business and had some kind of silent alarm. About ten minutes later a couple of very confused policemen showed up. We were equally confused. Luckily they decided we were not criminals. Insane, possibly, but not criminals.
Come to think of it, the time I fell off the top bunk and hit my leg on a chair involved Campus Po, so I'll tell that one too.
One fine April morning I slipped on the ladder and fell from the top bunk onto my desk chair. My leg started turning interesting colors. I promptly swooned. snowqueenofhoth called Campus Po and assisted me to a rather fetching red silk-covered couch downstairs. I swooned again. Campus Po arrived and dismissed Rachel. The next thing I knew, I was standing alone outside a closed Health Services at 7 am with no memory of how I'd gotten there.
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Date: 2008-08-08 01:16 am (UTC)The diner, apparently, was not open for business and had some kind of silent alarm. About ten minutes later a couple of very confused policemen showed up. We were equally confused. Luckily they decided we were not criminals. Insane, possibly, but not criminals.
Come to think of it, the time I fell off the top bunk and hit my leg on a chair involved Campus Po, so I'll tell that one too.
One fine April morning I slipped on the ladder and fell from the top bunk onto my desk chair. My leg started turning interesting colors. I promptly swooned.
The worst part is, I was late for my Greek class.