Recap of Week 2 in LA

-Went to church in a nightclub. Interesting.
-Got two calls about potential jobs. We'll see if any of them lead anywhere. I really want the one.
-Got a parking ticket. $50.00. Again, I hope the jobs lead somewhere.
-Became totally creeped out by someone I thought might be a friend.
-Have spent about 15 hours in class. Not sure how I feel about it.
-Filled up my gas tank.
-Saw the ocean. Or a gaping black hole that was going to kill me. Or both. Not sure.
None of this is in order.

I'm going to write a species-ist story about humans and squirrels because I've nothing better to do.

One day, a squirrel went to his neighbor's house. He climbed the siding to ring the doorbell. His neighbor, a middle-aged woman named Pam, answered. Pam, as it turns out, was deathly afraid of rodents, so she screamed and slammed the door. The squirrel's little paw got caught in the door and one of his little digits was cut off. The woman screamed and called for her oldest son, who picked it up and threw it away. Indignant at this blatant species-ism, the squirrel went to an attorney.
"Listen, I have lived in this neighborhood for years, and this woman just cut off my finger. What are my rights?"
The lawyer just stared at him.
Again, the squirrel became indignant. He went to PETA.
"Listen, I have been mistreated and then denied proper help in court."
PETA representatives told him that unless his species was farmed for food or used in coats, not to bother them. They had baby seals and mink to save.
After being rejected by PETA, the little squirrel gathered other little squirrels. Together, they decided they would exact revenge upon the woman and her inconsiderate, digit-snatching ways. So together, they tipped over the squirrel's tree onto her house. The roof caved, and the woman came running and screaming from her house as the little squirrels all dispersed.
It was only then that the squirrel realized he no longer had a home. Once again indignant, he asked his fellow squirrels why they didn't stop him. One squirrel dared answer the little fella in his rage.
"Dude, we just got you a new house. Move in."
So the little squirrel moved into the caved-in house. He became a Gatsby of sorts, parleying his indignation into the appearance of money. After all, what other squirrel lives in a house?
He almost lived happily ever after.
Eventually, the other squirrels, in their own indignation, realized that they had created this monster and he had never properly repaid them. So they staged a mutiny. They took over his home, kicked him out, and then cut off all of his digits and his head. The house, once a nice place, became a squirrel slum of sorts, after first becoming gang headquarters.
This all took place in the course of a week, and by that time, the family had hired someone to renovate their home and exterminate the little squirrels inside. No one was left to be indignant, and, once again, humans prevailed.