a day that makes you think.

so, yeah.

a lot happened. most recently, I saw a girl at the bus station, and I could tell she didnt have money for a cab, and the fuckin 11:50 PM bus didnt show up, and spending the night at pool meadow looked like a distinct possibility. I asked her if she would like to share a cab with me and my friends till the uni, and then she could've taken the cab further to kenilworth.

I can honestly say that I was not attracted towards this girl, which makes me think that I am indeed a nice guy. I definitely didnt want to leave a woman alone in a bus station alone in the middle of the night.

we went to collect cash, me, V, T, M and random girl. while waiting in line to pull out some cash, i was hit on the jaw with a potato. I can tell you, it was medium sized, but it struck with force I didn't know a potato could strike with. I did not know who threw it, they didn't have the balls to show their faces.......which makes me happy. why happy? well,

1) They were scared of me. Obviously.
2) I was scared of them.

I have lost control a few times in my life, and the result hasn't been pretty. 2 trips to the police station, got blood on my car seats once while I drove the guy I bashed up to the hospital, got stitches from a hockey stick on my head...........that blood was bitch to clean.

but anybody, who would deliberately want to hurt me, just because of what I look like, or the colour of my skin scares me. scares me because now, I'm dealing with a guy whose happiness depends on anothers misery. and we all will do pretty much anything to be happy right. I mean, V doesn't like to study, but he's doing it to be happy later, same with everybody else.

So, basically, the more miserable I get, the happier he gets. Now, I could try to act miserable, but that would make his day, and the next time he needs to get happy, he'l repeat this. Also, my ego wouldn't let me. What I could do however, is stand there and be gandhi, and say hit me again bitches. which would be pussy. or I could challange him to come out wherever he was and face me.

anyway. I remained pussy. taz told me to take cover behind a pillar which was hilarious. cause I am stupid enough to not even back down when facing gunfire, and this was a fuckin potato.

anyway. lesson learnt. next time. wear a t shirt that says "the only kind of potatos I want are curly fries".

Today would be so much different if L was here. shit. I love a girl who finds me hot (just hot, and a nice guy). its the saddest feeling in the world, and yet you're constantly trying to make her 'love' you. and she just doesn't. sucks.