Thursday, December 9, 2004

   Frazzled nerves...or maybe I'm just paranoid
It's a cool and misty morning. A thick fog that has not yet begun to dissipate.

No, I'm not joking. I swear to God that's what the weather is like outside right now.

My main concern for the weather this morning was: darn it! my black pants are in the dirty clothes. otherwise i could put on my sword shirt, boots, cape, and see if i could smuggle my sword around the school campus.

Get to school, everything's fine. Chat with the guy who sits next to me in theatre. Wait for the exam to get passed out. Takes me no more than a half hour at the most (my watch battery died a couple days ago, so I don't know how long it took) and I finish before everyone else.

I'm feeling good 'cause now I have even more time to do a last minute cram for the Latin exam (which happens in approximately four hours) and snag a copy of THE FREE TIMES on my way out the door.

Now, I read and walk at the same time. When I do this, I have a tendancy to block the rest of the world out. I know when I reach a road or driveway, but everything else may as well not exist. This one day will probably get me killed.

Today it helped me to keep my head.

I've got my nose buried in the paper reading the book review and there's this shouting from across the street. Slowly it begins to penetrate into my word clogged mind:
"They! You! With the Paper!"
after a little bit:
"You! In the Blue!"
And yes, I'm wearing blue jean over alls and a blue jean jacket.

There ain't nobody else on my side of the block! There's no one behind me and certainly no one in front of me and no one off to my immediate sides (my peripheral vision is alright and my hearing isn't That bad).

So there's this deep masculine voice calling out for a 5'4" white chic after she's passed the vicinity of Martin Luther King Park. (MLK is not a zone to be around, it's where drugs are sold and other unsavory activity takes place...it's paramount that you not find yourself there after nightfall unless you have a death wish).

But maybe I'm over reacting in freaking out. Maybe the guy needed help with something.

Which is why the words "I need help" never crossed his lips.

But you would think that someone would stop yelling for you when they obviously don't know who you are, and you sure as Hell aren't making any motion that you're even aware of his existence. I didn't even pick up my pace more than a parsec (and I really, really wanted to break out in a run).

Yes, I admit it. I'm paranoid. I don't like strange voices calling for me from across the street in an area where no one knows me and I have no place to run to.

So when I reached the next street, instead of walking in a straight line (home), which would recquire me to look up so I don't get run over, I turn right and head towards Devine Street. This is a business street with a fair amount of traffic.

After two blocks I ducked into Young's and bought a coke. I felt like a taunt wire.

Hell, I took off my jacket at one point so that I'd have the option to use it as a make shift weapon.

Talking about muttering prayers, oh yeah I was doing that too.

Yeah. I'm definately paranoid. It's official now. I never wanted a knife so much or to possess some martial arts/street fighting skills more than on my walk home today.

(Don't get me wrong, I can hold my own in a fight. But I'd definately get very hurt first. And might loose depending on who I'm fighting.)


Did y'all know, it's either S. C. as a whole or just Columbia, but either way, we have the highest violent crime rate in the US? Even more than inner city D. C. *sarcastic smile* And you know that That was swirling through my head.

I'm now going to turn up the radio even louder, eat some tomatoe soup, and try to see if I can splice some deponent verbs.

After my exam, I'm going to take a bath and call the Bowie-ite so I can properly freak out. Or Batman. Or somebody.

I'd tell my mom, but she's not home right now.

Definately got some mental issues I'm thinking. Blowing this whole thing out of proportion and what not.

Oh, and a movie. Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter , circa 1974, rated R (but would probably be PG-13 in today's market).
A vampire is wiping out the young women of the village. But it's not sucking their blood, it's sucking their youth! (And some blood, come to think of it). It's up to Kronos to find the vampire and kill it. *bugle fanfare* Right, so it isn't the greatest movie on the planet, but I enjoyed it.

*turns up the radio and goes to her bedroom to get her teddy bear*
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