Thursday, August 9, 2007

   the BULLSHIT saga continues.
Alright, I don't wanna get too into it tonight, because I already lived it, and it was shit.

And it's cos they're full of BULLSHIT.
they got all pissed off at the middle finger. Being flipped off. That's not against the fucking law, bitch, it's protected in the AMMENDMENTS. It's called FREE SPEECH even if it isn't speaking.

Then there's these wanna be punks. those Putos!!!! they get pissed at US. Starting shit with US when we didn't do CRAP to them. Fucking fake ass punks, too, cos they mocked the way somone dresses. And cos they were DEFENDING a fucked up authority.

News flash: REAL punks don't give a fuck how you dress or even what you listen to. It's a fucking lifestyle, it's a set of BELIEFS

Then this FAT ASS WHORE was behind him, HIS BACK WAS TURNED, throwing fake punches and kicks and just being a bitch. When she went to kick at him again, I reacted so much I didn't know it was me.

I quite literally screamed, "BACK THE FUCK OFF, BITCH." she got pissed and said, "excuse me, bitch?"

I yelled, "Keep your Goddamn cunt away from him, you pussy bitch."

she cussed at me, and threatened me, "What are you gonna do, you cunt?!! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS, I'LL BEAT YOUR FACE IN."

I called her a "Fat unfucking whore," and she got offended and said, "Fat? Better than you, you ugly ass skinny BITCH."

At that, I started laughing, because A.) I am indeed ugly, and B.) I AM NOT SKINNY!!!!!!!!!! xD

Plus, I didn't want to start shit with someone who was quite literally 4 times my size and would attack someone unprovoked from behind. Speaking of behinds, hers was like a house.
(which was why Alan was hoping I'd let it go)

I'm not a fucking pussy chicken shit motherfucker, though. I don't run away. I stayed by Antonio's side until the glass broke and the shit hit the fan. The brawl only lasted a few minutes, but a window got busted.

Then the other guys left, but I stayed with Antonio as they cornered him.

He told me to bail, though. He's like, just get the fuck out of here. So I bailed. I wish I'd have stayed though. I wish with ALL my heart -only less than that this hadn't transpired- that I'd stayed instead of leaving. They couldn't have done shit to me: i'm a minor, I didn't hit anyone or provoke them (they provoked me, thank you), and i tried to stop it.

anyway I bailed. The one doorman fucking tried to say it was me, too, but I said, "What? I didn't do shit and you know it." I stomped off, and met up with Jason, who ditched Antonio, and Matt left with Leila. I finally met up with Alan, who went with me to see what happened to Antonio. He's fucking arrested for assault. Which is bullshit, because WHAT about all those people who joined in fighting and the bouncers who broke the window???

The cops wouldn't fucking HEAR our side of the story, so tomorrow I'm gonna go to his court hearing and defend him. Alan's coming too. And we're gonna help pay his bond if we have to.

But right now, all I can think about is Antonio, sitting in his cell, ripped shirt and cut up, lonely, pissed off.

Seriously. Nobody seemed to give a fuck that WE were bleeding too. Nobody seemed to give a flying FUCK that it was FIVE people! FIVE!!!!!!! A girl and 4 boys!!! against no shit TWENTY people.

I wasn't hurt but DAMN i wish i was. And I got a lot of Antonio's and Alan's blood on me, cos I tried to help them and stop the gushing.

Luckily the bartender at the bar across the street was REALLY nice. She gave us a couple cups of water, and even offered us soda, though we declined. And she let us use the bathroom to clean up.

All the fancy fucking rich people inside were looking down on us like we were shit. Bloody, fucked up, pissed off punks, we weren't starting shit but oh how they stared at us.

Fuck it. I'm calm right now, thanks to the help again from my friend Christian...don't worry NaeNae, no cheezy emo skater lines this time. He just listened to my story, and agreed with me, and he said he'll boycott that theater with me. Then he got my mind onto other shit. It was quite a relief.


That's him. ^__^ he's got GORGEOUS hazel green eyes. I'm really jealous. and he's like 4 months younger than me, but he looks so much older @.@


Of course, my sister helped too. She's ALWAYS worth a laugh, she made me crack up and feel so much better ^__^ Luckily I can confide in her

But thank GOD she didn't go. She's never been in a fight that serious and I KNOW her. If I'd have started really brawling, she's have been right there with me, fighting too. But I don't want her to get hurt (I don't want anyone to get hurt for that matter), and if she did, I'd have felt SOOOOO bad. And she probably would have started more shit with that fat bitch cos she don't let no one talk that way to me (same for me to her)

I have SERIOUS like you wouldn't BELLIEVE LOVE for Christian and Tamara right now. And for Alan, for that matter. He was really cool; he stayed with me and put up with my nervous chatter. Plus, he's the ONLY one who stuck around for Antonio. Let's not even talk about how much love I have for him right now, even if I think he should have let it go and am kind of mad that he couldn't.

But I'm mostly pissed at the cops and the theater. I'm BOYCOTTING it. Seriously. I don't trust cops, they always screw me over. My dad can say he MIGHT kill my mom and it's not a threat. Antonio can flip someone off and piss them off so much they attack, it's assault.

Yeah. Way to go, cops of colorado. You wonder why people hate you.

But I'm calm, like I said.

Sorry if I don't get to your site...thank you!
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