Prism of life.

"A lot of loss, a lot of gain. All in all, a good night."-The Punisher

These past two days have been the weirdest I've lived in a long time. Fucking weird.

Yesterday was great. I stayed up all night and watched Pulp Fiction while the sun rised outside. And then I just went to school from there.

Later on, I met a new girl and (How's this for irony) her name is Darlene. And I at first, thought she was Marlene but then she came closer and I squinted my eyes and it wasn't her but she's the SPITTING IMAGE of Marlene and the similarity between their names just had me going nuts. I could've sworn it was Marlene though but she wasn't, she was "Darlene". It was trippy.

At lunch, yesterday, I sat alone as usual, writing my stories and going over some stuff in my folder/portfolio and then she came over and started speaking to me again, asked me what I was writing and I let her read it and I was surprised that she couldn't stop until she got to the end of what I had written at the time. I guess she liked it. She told me it was "interesting."

In the next class, I gave her a Batman sketch that I drew for her. She said she was gonna frame it for when I got "famous" (If that ever happens).

Last night, I watched 'In Treatment' as I do every  night (Or I'll catch it on HBO West if it interfares with Supernatural or another 9PM show) and I have to admit, the show is very, very addictive. Being set in a controlled, limited environment every episode it makes you feel as if your apart of each session as well.

I almost had to kick my mom's boyfriend's ass again. He keeps getting out of line. This time with my cousin.

On another note, today wasn't as great. Nowhere near as great as yesterday was.

This morning was the worst.

I woke up, got ready to take a shower and I saw something flash around my feet and nothing happened for a while so I just assumed it was nothing but then I saw it again and I noticed it was the goddamn mouse that I'd been trying to catch all week! And for those of you that know me, I'm TERRIFIED of mice and rats (Murophobia). I'm scared to death of them and here I was, trapped in a small bathroom with one running around franticly like Bush in a kindergarden playground.

But the thing that really got to me was when it ran into my shirt that I'd thrown onto the floor. But no worry, just like my dad did in the military, I used my passed down marksman skills and killed that little pest with a near by febreeze bottle when I threw it at the "perfect" spot of the shirt on the floor. I guess it's ironic that I'm a Leo. "The Big Cat." 

After that ordeal, I left the building and was off to school by 8:30 AM but it's just my luck that there was a 20 minute delay on the trains this morning and then when the trains did finally come, it was three 5 trains that passed by one after another and of course that didn't help me much since I need to take the 2 train to school.

So when I eventually did make it there, It was 9:37 AM and I was late.

But as usual, I got talked down to by the guards and the assistant principal (Bitch!) for coming in late and I'm just standing there frozen (Because I'd gotten out of the shower only five minutes before I left my building and into the 20 degree weather) so I just didn't even give a shit this time because I honestly didn't give a fuck. I mean, atleast I came and here they were, giving me shit. I mean, I seriously could've just left and said fuck it but whatever, let them keep their heads up their college degree, snobby asses. Fucking morons.

By the end of the school day, Evette flirted with me, I wrote a poem in my writing class and I went clepto in my last period. I couldn't stop stealing the markers and other small stuff from around the room :)

It's just so sad. Nobody even noticed. Just lambs to the slaughter, the way I see it.

First, I dropped my pen and took the cup of rubber bands off of my teacher's desk then later on, I went to tie my shoe and moved Alexis' notebook to the other side of the class room while she was turned around. It was a sight to see when she went around looking for it everywhere. It was too funny. And for my encore, I swiped three erasable markers and a box of chalk from the blackboard as I was leaving for the day. It was too much fun.

So, I guess the swiping was something like the bright, highpoint of my day until I came home and saw this big, big comic book surprise. I told ya! It looks like I was right.

Until next time, take care.