PS He didnt get hit

I got attacked by a drunk guy last night at midnight.
Wrong.
I didnt get attacked, and it wasnt midnight
Although there was a drunk guy

I wanted the light to change to cross the street so I clicked the button
and a man hugging a paper package, with obviously a bottle, said
Hey the light will change soon. Hey, i'm drunk.

Like really it was only around seven o'clock-ish and even then, it was dark.
The light that I wanted to change was still that bright neon orange hand,
signaling us that it still wasn't alright for people to walk.
and the man just said: GO GO NOW! CROSS THE STREET!
even though there were cars driving by.
the man stood besides me and told me to cross, so he started to walk onto the street when cars were fully driving
luckily the light finally changed back to that familiar walking sign

The thing about Santi's Little Helper

soo i finally got my SLH (Santi's Little Helper) package a few day ago.
after ordering it in the second week into December

The Think About The Shirt:
i ordered a medium.
for those who know me...
i am NOT a medium
then why did i order a medium?
i have NOO idea
so i put on the shirt so im like woah its BIG
and i experimented and put on some pink tights
and now it is now a dress of some sort of thing.
not to SHABBY!
so its kinda some what very retro and i very much love it :)

for my love of The Academy Is... started in 2006
when i saw the video Snakes On A Plane
and from there i just died and loved William Beckett and The Academy Is...
<3


other than that my facebook wall has been attacked by my good pal Megan who i LOOVE (and who is going to india with me) with quotes from Mitchel Davis.
because we really love him

another thing is i spent four hours
cutting construction paper and making a picture

When your eyes are wide open, you see much much more

over and over again.
before i would leave the house to school or out with my friends,my mom would always tell me: Keep you head up, Jennifer, act confident.
so i would try to keep my head up when i leave the door.
but i would eventually start to follow my steps that lead towards the hard concrete ground and my torn up shoes.

today at school was '80s Day'you would of course dress up in the fresh prince way.
i put on my mothers old tights that she claimed were The Fad of her age.
it was pink.
more of magenta actually.
i stepped out in the cold -5 degreesand the first thing i saw was not only my breathe
but the lights in houses beginning to illuminate the dark street.

i wait for the transit bus.
the bus wasn't fulland maybe only eight people occupied the cold red seats.
i pass the driver, and gives a nod.
i walk down towards the end of the bus
meeting eyes with an elderly woman.
she sits and stares
down at my tights?
i don't know.
at me?
i don't know.

transfer.
when i got on to the second bus that completed my transportation to school,
i realized that
not only am i missing out on peoples reaction to my tights,
but what else am i missing that i can't see?
or is it not me that is missing out on something.
is it the public that is missing out on things.
right in front of them?


to be oblivious is pretty common.
you really don't realize it when you are by yourself
but if there are eleven
or three
or eight
people around you,
at least one person can see something that no one else could of not seen before at the same place and same time.



i might be wrong.

Every Three Minutes

i love the anticipation of the subways.
i sit and wait for one train or the other.
i wait with the others.
but I can also wait for the ones who press the go and stop button at each station.
on occasion, they take notice.
and in return a smile cracks through both faces.
mine and theirs.
each passing minute or two, people flood in and patiently or eagerly and wait for the trains.
it's around 6 o'clock, and not so many middle aged persons who has their mind on business pass by me.
its wierd to think that someone who is behind you or near you may of passed you once before

but simple mistakes makes me more impatient?


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