It's late and I'd go to bed but it's Thursday night in Westwood which means the drunk parade will be shouting outside my window for quite a bit longer. Just the other night some dumb people decided to have an impromptu late night bonfire, made of cardboard boxes and various pieces of discarded street furniture. I heard the strange noise through my open window, and deciding that it wasn't rain (too much of a point sound source) and not smelling the smoke yet I wondered, "Why the hell is someone rolling around in bubble wrap?!" such was the snap-crackle-pop of the event. Your mind makes strange conclusions too when it's tired, I'm sure. Eventually, though, the smoke drifted through the window, and I was reminded of Christmas and Wintery things while the firetrucks rolled up, bleeping and flashing their lights. Ah, the smell of summer, or at least stupidity.
I shall be quite glad to move out of the more populated side of Westwood, when that time comes in about a week. My other ongoing gripes about LA aside, it's noisy, dirty, and quite shoddy. Parking's a nightmare, homeless people rummage through the recycling bins, brown water comes out of our faucets in the morning, and we have cockroaches in our kitchen. Stylish student digs, indeed!

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