So i walk into the car parts store and I hand my list of parts to the guy at the counter. He looks at the list and then looks at me like I'm going to build a potato gun or something. Jeez, it's just bolts, washers and lock washers. So he shrugs and find the parts, comes back and goes "well, I don't know what you're using all this for, but this is the best I could do." He shows me the stuff, and let's me know that some of the parts aren't *exactly* what was on the list, but I can tell that they'll be alright. I then tell him that it's for camber alignment and that i'm replacing my shock/strut assembly and springs for sporty aftermarket ones. Suddenly the light goes off and he gives me a little respect and starts dealing with me like a fellow car person.

Alright, so i don't know why i just relayed that story to you... but it really bothered me that he profiled me as buying car parts for a purpose other then their original intention.

In other news, Hanna, Esther, Tata, Paul and I went to watch Rules of Attraction yesterday. Honestly, I think it's a candidate for my top ten list of all time favorite movies. Definately a movie you have to watch more then once to fully understand what's going on. But don't piss me off by walking out of the movie saying "it's good, but there was NO point at all." Especially when the movie's title describes exactly what the point is.

Alright, so remember kids: There's no point in screaming "duck!" or "lookout!" when someone is about to get hit by an object... they never listen.