I'm Not Afraid To Look You In The Eye (Anymore)

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Today could be easily compared to taking the trash out.

At first, you don't really feel like doing it, but once you've gone through the process, you realize:

Hey! That wasn't so bad after all; in fact, I'm glad I found it in myself to do it.

Senior breakfast went just fine; they had too much food for meh. Which isn't a complaint at all!--you know what they say--better too much than too little.

They also say that money is the root of all evil. I personally think it is the lack there of, but hey...

Later, I spectated some fat dodgeball games with Caitlyn, Raffy, and Cameron. I wanted to play but I chickened out because I convinced myself that it was going to be lame. I'm not too ashamed about it--although it threw my day off a bit because I usually give in to my natural spontaneous wills. Oh well, not much of a sports person anyway.

A piece of dirt freshman looking kid gave me some mouth today whilst I was taking pictures of the school. I believe he said: "Take a picture of me and I'll shove that camera up your ass."

....

Really now?

I kept walking.

I, as Year of The Monkeys are described, panic in those kind of random hostile situations. I freeze up. Even if it's a freshman dwarf asking for a fight.

Though, I could go for a good fight right now, it's been a good while since I've gone fist to fist.

Anyway, he was accompanied by a crowd of similar motherfuckers. His group of apes were the same lifeless shits that annoyed me first semester. I wont go into any detail but I'll tell you it was enough to spark hatred inside me. I don't think I would feel bad murdering one or two of them.


Will Kid you can't be seriously saying that. MURDER?

Hahaha fuck yes. I'll tell you, there's nothing like the good old feelings of hatred towards soulless shells that should be rid of the gift of life. I've encountered his kind of unprovoked disrespect and hostility before. Our society doesn't need it. So why not do our world a favor by cleansing the population?





Alright, maybe I don't fully possess a vicious blood-lust. (As much as I'd like to.) The back of my head figures that karma will kick their asses anyway, and that I should forgive those who spit on you. So sure, that's fine. I'll feel sorry for them. They're clouded; they're blind; and I should be thankful that I am blessed with a mind that knows it. But (for the record) all the chips are off the table if I find myself in a zombie apocalypse and an AK in my hand.

The rest of the day flew by like kicked up sand.

Caused some chaos in Target with the munchkins and, a Costco polish dog later, I found myself working the lights at 'The Bluebird and The Phoenix' play at our school. It went pretty well, although I observed that everyone was giving only 80% because they were all tired. (We've been getting home after 10:PM since Wednesday due to the shows, and we've all lost our small shares of sleep).

Listening to a 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' cover by The Maine with my new Skullcandy headphones I bought at Target today.

Nice stuff.

Speaking of nice stuff, I suppose I'll go finding that tux tomorrow for prom. G'day Kid.

It's the end of me for now.