What Bridge?

Two nights ago, I got a ticket. I won't go into the details of why or how, because a) it's hard to describe and boring and b) thinking about it pisses me off. It wasn't for speeding though. What a waste, eh?

More driving stuff. I've always said I'm not the most alert driver. I tend to kind of go on autopilot. So last night I'm driving up to Berkeley from work, which is a loooong drive. My route is to take 280 up to 92, and take the San Mateo bridge over to 880. So I'm driving along on 92, and I hit a wall of traffic. Bored, I call Marc up from my cell phone. I said, "Honey, this sucks, there's traffic on the bridge, I think there's an accident." So Marc gets on the Caltrans page to check the traffic incident reports. Nothing on the bridge. I'm like, "are you sure? Because it's definitely backed up. I mean, usually it doesn't back up until AFTER the bridge, near 880, and I'm not even to the bridge yet, and it's moving really slow." Marc checks one of the news station's web page. Nothing for 92 or the bridge. Oh well. We hang up. A couple minutes later, I'm still driving along in traffic, when it dawns on me. I ALREADY WENT OVER THE BRIDGE.

THE BRIDGE IS 9 MILES LONG.

Time to rant a bit. I discovered a new annoyance yesterday in class. There's this one girl in my class who is the biggest ass-kisser ever. So yesterday, for 3 hours I'm watching this girl sit in class and listen to lecture as if the professor was talking to her, and to her only. You know what I mean? She would sit there, with this big smile on her face, and nod at everything the professor would say. Sometimes she'd look all suprised and at awe about something. And every once in a while, she'd interject a "oh!" or "uh huh" or "hmm..." or "really!" I was seriously about to cross the room and strangle her. She also asked a lot of stupid questions. I think the girl sitting in front of me was annoyed too, because I heard her mocking her during break. Since I didn't have anyone I knew in class to mock to, I called Marc to vent. I don't know what I'm going to do next class. I may pull out my hair.

I have another thing to rant about, but Marc wants to do a demonstration of it, so it'll have to wait until next time.