Primordial Chaos

This week has been intense. To take 3 credit hours crammed into a week, even on a subject I know a lot about, was not as easy as I assumed. Between class and homework, I've been writing so damn much. I'm kinda sick of writing at this point. Which is kinda sad. Have a final project to work on too. Haven't been wanting to write in my blog at all, if it wasn't for Ryan being Ryan yesterday, I wouldn't have posted yesterday. He's completely fascinated by my blog for some reason. :P

Speaking of him, he's fun to be around. We're both in classes this week, so we hang out at lunch time. It's kinda eerie, but he's a lot like me. He's biracial, smart, literate enough to coherently put words together (spelling them is another issue...) we even have very very similar tastes in music. Even though I called him my boyfriend, things aren't really that serious, we use the term lightly. The issue is he is going out of country this semester for classes and an assistantship, something he committed to long before I wandered on the scene. So we're both being rational and just having a blast while we're both here, and we both understand there's no commitment involved. I had two of my friends accost me over the word boyfriend, so figured I'd just clarify for everyone. Remember my whole commitment rant? Still intact, thank you very much.

I really thought I was going to do my final writing project for this class on a fiction story. I decided on poetry. I'm not entirely sure why. So I'm going to write a short collection of poems (AKA crap) for my project. I have a few written that were done hastily in class, and a bunch of others done previously. I really want to write new work for this though, push my mind a little bit and see what I can conjure up. Probably crap, but hey, the class in an intro type class so they're not really heavy on what the final product is. So I feel comfortable doing something new and making some crap in the process. Not everything I write is a fantastic piece of genius. Most of it isn't. I just don't let other people know those exist. :P

I'm so damn excited, my new headlight bulbs should be here soon. I went with the same color I had before instead of the whiter ones, the 6000K which I had previously instead of the 4300K but with xenon high beams. It's those high beams that have me all excited. The fact my headlights can be even more obnoxious than usual entertains me.

Speaking of my headlights...I caused a car accident. On purpose. Of course there's a story behind this. On my way home one night this week, I was behind a vehicle full of young guys. They were directly in front of me and we were in backed up traffic at a stop light. They're almost to the stop sign and there's a homeless guy with his sign. The sun is setting and it is getting pretty cold out...and I see these guys hold some money out of the window. I was thinking "aw, what nice guys"...then they yanked the money back in the window and threw two very large cups of a drink or something on the guy. The guy was trying not to cry. Listen, I'm an asshole and mischievous from time to time, but I never forget people are human beings. The fact they thought this was fucking hilarious and the fact they soaked the guy as it was getting dark and cold set me completely off into a rage. I gave the guy 10 bucks then raced to catch up with these assholes. Now, I'm not enough of an asshole to hit people with the lights on the highway except on exceptional occasions and very briefly, mostly if they are swerving all over the place. This wasn't one of those times, so I followed them. I had my aux lights off and just one headlight so I wasn't putting out too much light-wise. They got off the highway, so did I. They turned into a neighborhood, I was not far behind. I waited for a street with no one outside...then I hit my aux lights and aimed right for their mirror and I kept it there. The driver couldn't see shit for a good couple of minutes...and he ran into a pole as he tried to speed away from my headlights. I started laughing my ass off and made a quick turnaround and drove home. Ryan called it vigilante justice. Yeah, basically it was.

I. AM. NOT. SORRY. AT. ALL. Not one god damn bit. Fuck them and fuck their pimped out and now crashed ride. Fuck any inconvenience having a crashed car might cause them in regards to work or school, and fuck any hike in their insurance rates. They fucking disgust me, and if they don't want to treat others like human beings and have some consideration, then they will not be regarded as human beings or get any consideration from me. I'm a part-time asshole, but never ever heartless. (And I can admit I'm an asshole sometimes, more than I can say for most.)

The idea of me and Blueshift being karma incarnate amuses me. Maybe I'll take that idea or incident and turn it into a poem for my project. It's poetry, I can be as vague or metaphoric as I want. 

Little Car Blue
Come honk your horn.
There's assholes on the loose,
and you're karma, reborn.
Come turn on your lights,
and make those jerks weep.
Just hope that they crash,
so they're off the street. 

Oh the crap I can summon off the top of my head. Took me like a minute to come up with that. I'm kinda proud of it, crap though it is. At least I'm in a poetic state of mind. Speaking of, time to work on my project.

~A.