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What a busy three days I've had since arriving back in LA. Monday was midterm (Physics mania) and Prom Dress Rugby (photos to follow), Tuesday was catching up and rugby practice, and today was class-o-rama and working in the evening for my cousin Kathy (caterer extraordinaire).

Ready for the mad, one-breath recap? Go: passed the midterm with (probably) the highest physics score I've ever gotten (82%); nearly dehydrated to death in the Prom Dress Rugby midday heat (but looked GREAT doing it); Tuesday = reading and errands (booooring); worked at a stylish little office-warming party over in Studio City/Burbank (fun and good food, but who the hell are SoapBox Productions?).

On the way back from Studio City, Laura (who worked with me) and I witnessed a dogged little woman with her shopping cart, making her way across Ventura Boulevard. Sitting at the red light, I was busy admiring her determination at pushing her little carriage across all 8 lanes of traffic when I realized she was crossing against the light. Eight lanes, against traffic, crazy Los Angeles drivers, at night. Read it again and understand the odds. As we panicked for her safety, Laura and I wondered if she was a few crayons short or actually realized what she was doing. One car screeched to a halt, barely, and maneuvered around her while a few more stopped in a less dramatic fashion. Holding out her left hand out like Yoda to the stopped cars, we understood: she knew exactly what she was doing. "Ahh, crazy lady, where are you going?! Why are you in such a rush? Fatburger will still be on the corner when you get there!" we cried in concern.

She made it to the corner and turned right just as our light went green. Sadly, I could not zip fast enough to catch a glimpse of this intrepid rebel before she was too far down the sidewalk. "Stop running away with your shopping cart! You are too fast!" Go, speed racer.

Apart from that, I've been re-enjoying the "More Cowbell" Sketch and some fun new blogs.