By any means necessary.

"Some things you shouldn't get too good at, like smiling, crying and celebrity."-Bono

cap·i·tal·ist  (k--p'---tl---st)

noun.

1. A supporter of capitalism.
2. An investor of capital in business, especially one having a major financial interest in an important enterprise.
3. A person of great wealth.
4. A person whom thinks of business before pleasure.

WHAT. A. DAY.

So, I wake up at 10 AM and fall back to sleep until 11 AM.

I get in the shower for about twenty minutes and I make my way out of the building and I go to school.

While on the Train ride there, I listened to the Smashing Pumpkins album, for the second time in a row....it was that good.

Once, getting off at my stop, I waited around for a bit until 6th period started and then I, as usual, found myself in the bleachers loitering around on the football feild with Rafael.

As the day went on and I was about to go home, I remembered that I needed my student metrocard, so I go to the main office and I put my lunch form onto the desk infront of the (Always) pissed off secretary and she stands there for about 2 1/2 minutes, looking at me as if I'd done something wrong.

So, with one of the most dull voices, I've ever heard, she tells me: "You need your program."

(I KNEW, I'd forgotten something when I left home.)

As a result, I go across the hall and I get a new one. A few seconds later, I get back onto the line outside of the main office and I wait ANOTHER twenty minutes just to go back and get my card.

I finally get in and the secretary, still pissed for no reason, goes through the routine once again of asking me if I had my program (0: She's probably a robot. :0) and I give her the new one and once again after staring at me for about five minutes, she tells me that my Mom messed up on my lunch form....Meaning, I couldn't get my metrocard. Meaning, I had no way of getting home. Meaning, I had to do something that I didn't want to do....lie.

So after she tells me to come back tomorrow, with a new form filled out, I HAD to put my "A" game on and act.

To get what I needed, I fed her a bogus story about how I've been on a extended vacation since my older sister (Whom doesn't exist.) was wounded in Iraq and how much I've been taking care of her for the past three weeks....making her start to tear. (Damn, I'm good.)

So, as I start to walk away, knowing I hit a sensitive nerve to this woman, she called me back to her desk and told me that she'll give me the pass as long as I bring back the new form in the morning.

A few days ago, I found a picture on photobucket that reads "Cain was a Capitalist", I'm not a capitalist at all but....I guess I was in it for myself for a few seconds, there, today.

"Bad, DaiQuan, Bad!" says my Mom, jokingly.

But hey, I did what I had to do in order to get home....sue me.

Geeze! I can be a bad little prick sometimes but can you blame me?!