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I bought a part of my work uniform today. The ensemble consists of a white dress shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a maroon sweater. Where do I work, you ask? The Hollywood Bowl--which I will oh-so-fashionably refer to as The Bowl. So I wasted part of my day at the mall looking for the pants. Luckily, there were a few things here and there which amused me--so it wasn't a total waste. For one thing, I saw a very large girl completely fall over in a pair of heels. It was one of those things that is so grotesquely funny that you can't even laugh at. You're just frozen with a smile on your face. Your mind says "laugh, you unsocial entity."

In other news, it seems that I will be working this weekend. And missing numerous graduation parties. The Bowl is a heartless tyrant. But the event sounds kind of cool. I will be working at the Playboy Jazz Festival. Hmmm... I'll get back to you on that one.