Primordial Chaos

Well, shitty drivers are now fucked.

I checked into it today, and yes indeed I can use bi-xenon lights. For those of you who have experienced my headlights, try and imagine those as high beams. Except even brighter since I decided to go with the brighter whiter light. I have been giggling to myself all day thinking about it. I'm giggling about it now. Fight fire with fire? Pffft, that's for sissies. I'm bringing nuclear warheads to this battle. :P

This means I've finally chosen a damn bulb for my headlights and will shortly no longer be driving around one-eyed at night. Bothers me not having both of my damn lights. Yes I have a weird thing about my headlights and my car, and no I don't care if you think I'm nuts. :P

Every time I type the word headlights, it fucking drives me crazy. See, the correct term is headlamps, headlights being the actual beams of light. However, headlights is the more accepted but colloquial term for them...but it's not the right word. I've gotten weird looks and asked if I was European when I use the word headlamps, so I try to use the word headlights even though it's wrong. It drives me nuts using the wrong word. I have a weird thing about words too. :P For the record I know I'm nuts.

I also have a weird thing for the moon, and starting off the new year with a full moon is a good omen in my world. A blue moon at that...and I have a weird thing for blue. :P Should have titled this "Weird Things".

I am a bit of a mischief maker, refer to all incidents with my headlights, all the verbal fights I've started at basketball games, pranks I've pulled...you get the point. Everyone seems to operate in this little box of rules and expectations, and I'm just like "fuck you, fuck your box, I'm doing this my way". So I mentioned briefly on Twitter I was driving some drunk friends home. One is just your standard my friend drank too much so called me to pick him up and I drove him home incident. The other one went to full blown drama in a fucking hurry.

Let me start before I became part of the picture. My friend P, the same one who dumped the bitch on Christmas, was at his best friend's New Year's party. Well, best friend's girlfriend is a sorta friend of the bitch, so the bitch wanted to cause a scene, as she does, so she shows up to the party under the pretense of hanging out with her "friend". However, she brought along some guy to try and make P jealous. so the bitch and her revenge boyfriend were making out all night and she made sure to do it in front of P a lot. P was more pissed off she resorted to this bullshit than he gave a damn about her with someone else. P wanted to leave, but stayed till about 12:30am. The bitch and her guy were pretty drunk and were just about having sex on the couch in front of everyone. P was more embarrassed he'd ever been with her and people kept asking him "isn't that your ex?" and shit. So, P called me up and told me to come get him, he needed to leave and briefly explained the situation to me. Now, I'm pretty sure it's clear I do not like this girl whatsoever, so the gears in my head started turning. I came up with a plan, sent P a text telling him to follow my lead when I get there. He sent one back saying "oh god, trouble is coming". Basically.

Anyways, this girl had real issues with me and felt intimidated and threatened by me. (as she should :P). Towards the end of their relationship, P told me she would say things like "Aeris probably isn't even that smart, I bet she cheats a lot" or "she's not pretty at all, mixed race people never look right". Never a good sign once I find out someone is insecure about me. I will hit that button, and I'll do so over and over.

So I decided to show up in my rarely seen "girl" mode. I went full out, makeup, curve hugging dress and heels. Oh, and I definitely brought my attitude problem with me too. So I show up and start looking for P, guys are checking me out and I made sure, in a way only I can, to stroll right by the bitch and her new guy. I act like I had just spotted her, and say hi and making a bit of small talk. She's kinda drunk and REALLY not happy to see me. I asked her who was the cutie she was with (dude looked like a beast, had a hard time faking sincerity) and she gruffly introduced us. I wink at him, he's checking me out, she's pissed off and clenching her fists. I'm trying not to laugh in her face. I say "I'm just here to pick up P, I'll see ya guys later...and hopefully you in particular" while pointed at the guy who is now grinning at me while the bitch is trying not to jump up and hit me. I wander up the stairs to the second level of the living room where a drunk P saw everything and is on the ground drunk and laughing so hard he's not even making noise. Part 2 of me basically being an asshole starts, and I quickly tell P what to do. So we walk over to say bye to his best friend, and just so happened to take a path right by the bitch. As we walked by me and P were holding hands and he was flirting with me while I giggled and laughed. Not at P, but at how bad this girl hates me.

Right as we're sorta in front of them, we act like we're looking for P's best friend in the room since there was quite a few people. What I like to think is the best part of all of this is what P says to me...he calls me by the pet name he had used for her. (My idea, of course :P)

With that, she went over her edge, and now openly flips out and is yelling at me and P. She is WAY drunk and can barely stand. She makes a scene screaming about how dare he strut around with me in front of her (uh, she was doing the same thing) and he had probably been cheating on her with me (not even) and why should a spoiled bitch like me have a great guy when the "nice girls" like her (drunk and delusional) get dumped on Christmas. I was sporting my mischievous grin watching her break down in front of all of these people. She was screaming and crying while trying to repeatedly stand up over and over...and I was damned entertained. She starts making a plea for P to come back to her, which goes over REAL well with the guy she was with. During her tirade he'd caught on she'd only been with him to make her ex jealous so he got up and left, and he was pissed. He gave me his number before he left though. (No fucking way, man-beast. I like guys with class.)

The sorta friend of the bitch calls the bitch's best friend to come and get her because she is ruining everyone's good time. I'm leaning against a wall laughing my evil little ass off. I take P's hand, partly to make another stab at her and partly because he's kinda drunk and needs to be led to my car. She does this weird hybrid run/crawl thing to follow us. (Drunks are amusing.) So I'm trying to load P into my car, and he's just laughing like he's insane. My car is a 2 seater and rides REAL low to the ground, getting in and out of it while sober is a challenge. So I'm trying to get P to shut up for a minute and let me get him in my car and buckled up, and the bitch comes crawling over spewing obscenities at me. She made a comment about my skin color so I immediately went to somewhere I don't usually go. I dropped the "c" word on her in the midst of some other colorful adjectives. That stunned her for a few seconds, then she looks at my car. She goes into a rage and starts tearing up grass, and rants about how I'm pretty, smart, drive a cute car and now have her guy (she thinks). How I'm so terrible and I don't deserve any of those, I should be ugly and dumb and, this is the part that had me in shock...what had she ever done to deserve losing P (wow she can't figure it out?), she was a nice girl who got along with everyone and everyone liked her (hahahahaha) and there should be a way for her to take my life from me because she deserved it more. I was just stunned she really said that out loud (really loud) to other people. I'd finally gotten P in, he's cracking up and I'm cracking up so I pull out to leave. Her best friend had gotten there and the bitch is sitting on the lawn beating the ground while her best friend tries to get her off the ground so they can leave.

You know, I heard drunk people LOVE bright lights. Despite being down a headlight, I hit her with my full lights as my parting shot. P told me it was the most evil giggle he had ever heard in his life. I believe it. I drop P off and go back home. I put back on my jeans and my UNM hoodie, wash the damn makeup off my face, and go back to my normal tomboyish state.

P called me the afternoon of the 1st laughing his ass off. Apparently she'd emailed him, and judging from all the typos and nonsense, she was still drunk. She was apologizing and yet saying that "Aeris is made of evil and fire" and "she's going to hurt you, she's dangerous". Yeah. *I* am the dangerous one. Whatever. She also accused me of taking P from her and then I also took her new guy from her and I'm a slut and all other such nonsense.

I find this all to be completely hilarious. See, I don't really care what people call me or say about me, I don't care she is showing her REAL feelings about me after BSing for so long and I REALLY don't care that my actions upset her. I can only affect you as much as you let me. That's such a key thing to remember about me. A key thing to remember about yourself too, really.

Mischief is afoot, and she's wearing size 10 Converse sneakers.

~A.