fuzzay crisis
04-14-2008, 04:00 PM
what a very strange day.
on my way to class (which i'm sitting in right now), an old lady severly and blatantly cut me off, almost killing me in the process. so i laid on the horn. it got even weirder because she then pulled up next to me and proceeded to scream at ME for honking the horn. i explained to her without yelling, how she almost fucking killed me. then she proceeded to tell me how i'm a satanist (she noticed my metal bumper stickers all over the back of my car), and that i deserved to die. what in the fuck!?!?!
to keep on going, i get to school. i have to park all the way at the end of the parking lot, as always, because there's no spots anywhere close to the campus this time of day. i'm walking and minding my own business. this dude comes up and starts taking pictures of me. not right in my face but near me, sort of so i don't see him. i walk faster. and what happens? two different people start taking pictures of me and follow me through the campus to the building. i get upstairs and check myself out in the bathroom mirror to see if i have a huge booger in my nose or bird shit on my head (or something of the sort) but there's nothing. there are people walking by the classroom right now and staring in at me. i'm the only one here so far (it's early) so it's pretty weird. i dunno what the fuck is going on. do i look exactly like someone famous or something? i mean, i know a lot of people, but i'm not exactly "famous".
bah, who knows. what a crazy day. man, i wish i was making this shit up sometimes, but i'm not.
on my way to class (which i'm sitting in right now), an old lady severly and blatantly cut me off, almost killing me in the process. so i laid on the horn. it got even weirder because she then pulled up next to me and proceeded to scream at ME for honking the horn. i explained to her without yelling, how she almost fucking killed me. then she proceeded to tell me how i'm a satanist (she noticed my metal bumper stickers all over the back of my car), and that i deserved to die. what in the fuck!?!?!
to keep on going, i get to school. i have to park all the way at the end of the parking lot, as always, because there's no spots anywhere close to the campus this time of day. i'm walking and minding my own business. this dude comes up and starts taking pictures of me. not right in my face but near me, sort of so i don't see him. i walk faster. and what happens? two different people start taking pictures of me and follow me through the campus to the building. i get upstairs and check myself out in the bathroom mirror to see if i have a huge booger in my nose or bird shit on my head (or something of the sort) but there's nothing. there are people walking by the classroom right now and staring in at me. i'm the only one here so far (it's early) so it's pretty weird. i dunno what the fuck is going on. do i look exactly like someone famous or something? i mean, i know a lot of people, but i'm not exactly "famous".
bah, who knows. what a crazy day. man, i wish i was making this shit up sometimes, but i'm not.