InsaneJournal

Current mood:	drained
Current music:	Suzanne Vega - Tom's Diner
Entry tags:	family, school

and then I was abducted by aliens and locked up with Jack the Ripper
Hoboy. Today was a Day, it was.

It started when my sister and I were innocently hanging out in the pleasant, grassy area where students hang out in good weather, for it was a bizarrely hot and humid day. We were working on her Spanish, because she had a test today. And everything was fine, we were sitting there on the bench, when this redneck couple sets up a tiger-print blanket on the grass nearby and commences making out. I mean, he took his shirt off and rolled up hers so he could kiss her stomach -- they weren't about to beat that Dutch couple who fucked on top of a cop car with two cops in, but for regular people in a public place they sure were going at it. So there this couple is, making out, and there Matisse and I are doing Spanish, right?

So this dame -- half of the couple here, right -- decides there's only one thing she'd rather do than make out with her fellow there, and that is smoke a cigarette. Never mind that it's illegal, never mind that there are a bunch of people around (and, indeed, the wind was blowing towards me and Matisse, so really never mind the people.) No, she is going to be a classic asshole smoker and light up, right there on her blanket with her thug boyfriend looking on. So I walk over and I say "oy!" and tell her it's not allowed and the wind's blowing her smoke right at me and seriously, what's the big idea? And she goes "oh, sorry!" and snuffs the thing out, and all is well, until at least five minutes later, when...

...they get up and prepare to leave, and suddenly the dude -- a thuggish type, all tattoos and muscle and shaven head, right, big macho man -- yells "CUNT!" at me and they just about run out of there. Yessir, the big tough guy couldn't let some dyke tell his girl off for being a jerk, but didn't want a fight either. For some reason this amuses me.

Then there was the potential mass murderer in the stands behind us. This guy was talking on his cell phone, shouting into it almost, a "fuck" every other word, and he commenced to talking about how people were idiots (he used a slur, but I am paraphrasing) and should all be killed, and how he wanted a house in the middle of nowhere and a gun to blow away anyone who came near him, and how the world should be nuked and he knew how to build a bomb, and we were listening to this and going from amusement at his excessive rage to concern that he sounded an awful lot like the people who, you know, shoot up schools, and that's not a good sort of person to have as a fellow student. So we walked across the campus and found the sheriff's office and we went in and told them about this guy and how we were worried and they said they'd get someone to check it out. We opted to try a different place to hang out, after that.

We went up to sit under the library building, joking about how it was a day full of incidents but the most exciting thing likely to happen there was an epic battle with the soda machine. Each of us had seen one of these before, where someone's drink got stuck and they kicked or slammed against the machine until it came free. That's one in the time we've been at that school -- it's her second semester, I've been there since 2005. Today, we saw two such battles.

Then when we went home, the bus was late (as it usually is) and the stop was empty when we got there (not at all usual; it's normally really crowded) so we were confused and concerned that we would miss our transfer. We made it all right, got on that bus, and rode it for 15-20 minutes, at which point it broke down and we had to wait another 15-20 minutes for a replacement. We got to our hometown fifteen minutes late, decided to phone home instead of walking half a mile in the semi-darkness ("because with how today's going, it'll be the day a rogue logging truck comes along and kills us both") and to take refuge in the grocery store and some hard-earned chocolate.

Mum was kind of late picking us up, too.