"Copier abuse .... now there's an image ..."

I miss the weekend already.

I had two and a half days of sleeping in (*smirk*), getting spoiled silly, getting fantastic food, and ignoring rules pertaining to being a minor ... repeatedly.

And I miss James. Again. A lot. A very big lot. Like a trailer park or something.

And I need to return Jiggy's interesting phone call.

Unfortunately, I must say farewell to my ass, as I have to work it off this week. Midterms = suck. Big projects = suck. Work offer = looking up.

*sigh*

I watched two guys get into a fight this morning at the downtown bus stop. Apparently someone said something derogatory about the other last night, and the latter decided to try and pound the crap out of the former as soon as he saw him approaching the stop. The guy hardly fought back, which was probably wise. Not many people would have seen that with the guy swinging at him. It lasted maybe two minutes, before someone broke them up by yelling at them.
Stupid idea to pick a fight on the steps of City Hall.

And I just stood there, watching them. I watched the guy with the blood streaming from his nose as he walked away. I looked at the blood on the sidewalk, and I was later shocked at how detached I felt. I didn't lift a finger, didn't say a word.

Why?

I have always seen myself as a bit of a mediator, something of a peacemaker. I could've tried to get in between the two, tried to force them apart, as I might've done with someone else, but I just didn't care right then.

Two stupid wiggers fighting about some stupid words, only able to speak by grunting out 'fuck' every other syllable.

Beat the crap out of each other, guys. I surely don't care.

Part of me can't believe that I just said that. I try and look out for people. I'm loyal to a tragic fault. And I could not bring myself to care.

Reminded me of seeing Fight Club on the weekend. Good movie, but very bloody. Weird.

Just ... Weird.
*shrug* Off to History.

baaaaaaa.....

I'm not a sheep. I'm just interested in what people will say. Really I am. And I'm wondering why everyone thinks I'll kill them if they kiss James, or if James kisses someone. I mean, I know practically everyone here. I won't kill you. I'll just ... growl a little or something.

01. When did we meet?
02. How did we meet?
03. Have we ever met in person?
04. Have we ever talked on the phone?
05. Have you ever seen me cry?
06. Have you ever seen me dance?
07. Describe me using three or less words.
08. If you could spend a day with me, what would we do?
09. Have we ever gotten in a fight?
10. If you could give me a present, what would it be?
11. Would you hug me?
12. Would you kiss me?
13. Have you been jealous of me?
14. What do you *really* think of me?
15. Do you trust me?
16. Do you know something about me that no one else knows?
17. Do you even know how old I am?
18. Anything you wanted to tell me but never got a chance to?
19. Ever dreamt about me?
20. If you could change anything about me, what would it be and why?
21. Have you ever had a crush on me?
22. Close your eyes...when you think of me, what's the first thing that comes to mind?