on parking nazis...

        odd day. bad morning, good afternoon. this evening we had an interesting little occurrence at a fraternity. a friend of ours parked his car in their lot (right next to stankowski field where we were playing soccer), but when he returned ten minutes later, there was a boot on his tire that made it quite impossible for him to leave. the resident parking nazi demanded $100 for the removal of the boot and threatened to call the towing company. well the soccer boys weren't about to let some self-righteous, super-obese (not using this as a stereotype, just as an illustration because he was) kid push around a friend, so we rallied. at first, neil (whose care had been hijacked) tried to change the offended tire, but as he did so, the nazi placed another boot on the opposite wheel. our resourceful friend jared called a lawyer friend and devised a strategy. after a couple hours of some arguing, multiple visits by some really stressed cops (who were on our side), and some ice cream provided by some cute onlookers, all of us extras were told by the cops to leave (per the demands of the nazi). i think three cop cars were in the lot when we left, but i just heard from jared that they made the nazi remove the jacks and neil was allowed to leave without having to pay. the moral: don't mess with guys who really don't like to lose.

        estoy mucho cansado. tengo mucho tarea hacer y no tengo nada deseo hacerlo. el miercoles tengo un examen oral. estoy nervioso.