Glare Into My Eyes.

It's been kin dof a long day. Justin left for Minnesota this morning. I got up at 6am to drive him to the Flyaway bus that leaves from westwood to LAX at 630am. I think we missed it by a few minutes. He was just going to hang around for the 7am one, but I thought that was kind of stupid so I drove him. It took 20 minutes to get there but 1 hour, 15 minutes to get back. *sigh*. I really hate driving in LA. It's such a pain.

He called me this afternoon when he got ot MN, telling me he forgot his computer charger, and asked me if I could mail it overnight to him. I biked down to the USPS office on campus (because it closed in 30 minutes from that time) to mail it. I was carrying my bike up the couple of flights of stairs to the student union, and there was this girl sitting there at the top of the stairs by the doors. She looked like she was trying to hard to be cool by being arsty, with here short, overly styled, platnium blonde hair, a black bobby pin holdin gher bangs at just the right angle. She gave me the dirtiest look. I have no idea why! Maybe she could read the judgements of here in my mind. She glared at me the entire time I was walking up the stairs with my bike. And then, as I was opening the door, I caught a glance behind me, and saw she was still glaring.

I don't get it. Why do some people have this constant look of being pissed at people on their faces? It's so ugly.
I should have glared back.