Ugh. Send me to the Midwest where I belong. I think I’d fit in perfectly with their tourists that come to LA. Or at least send me somewhere where people still fawn over the miracle of the internet. Seriously, that’s where I now belong.
I used to think I was above all that. Those people that I watch slowly drive along Sunset with their cameras sticking out the windows while I wait for my bus? I laugh at them. Imagine the tortuous slide show they’ll subject their family to. "Look y’all it’s the front of the Beverly Hills Hotel! And see that man smoking a cigarette while holding a videocamera? He was waiting for Britney Spears to exit! He’s a paparazzi! Can you believe that?"
How insanely ridiculous has this cult of celebrity gotten? C’mon do you really care what how many breakdowns they have? I know I don’t. Which only makes today’s incident supremely embarrassing.
During lecture in one of my lit. classes, my T.A. made an announcement. Naturally, I turned in the direction of her voice. What I didn’t realize was that, unknowingly, I had focused my gaze in the direction of a guy sitting in the row behind me. By the time I realized that I was staring at him, it was too late. He made a gesture with his head that indicated that he had caught me staring at him and seemed slightly annoyed. I turned away quickly, feeling embarrassed, but this happens all the time. I think about other things and don’t realize that I’m staring at someone. However, this time I had been caught. He appeared familiar but it wasn’t until I signed the attendance sheet that I glanced at the names and realized who he was. Of course, James Franco would be annoyed that I was staring at him. He probably has to deal with it all the time on campus. I felt like a country bumpkin even though the staring wasn’t intentional. The head gesture and the expression on his face now became clear. He had assumed that I was star struck instead of absentmindedly looking into space. To make things worse while trying to make a quick escape after class I almost ran into him in the aisle. Needless to say, I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I found out he wasn’t in my discussion class. I’d already made enough of a fool of myself in lecture; I didn’t need another opportunity.
Midwest here I come.
