cops and french maids.

ive never really considered myself to be the type who gets in "trouble". i feel, as a 19 year old, i make pretty smart choices and i dont do anything that i think is wrong. well tonight, a cop didnt think that was the case.

its not really that big of a deal, and in the end i think we held our own, but let me just say a big "good going" to everyone else who cut. it was probably the smarter decision, but in my honor im going to just go with that i am a fucking fantastic friend.

hmm anyways, i leave this hell hole in a matter of days. 5 to be exact, and then its off the chico. this is going to a pretty exciting summer, i believe. i think its going to be exactly what i need. im going to center myself around good people with positive energy, im going to start writing more, and im going to finally get that job at a small bookstore like ive always wanted to.

i was thinking also that hopefully i will find myself a sugar daddy, but i think that purely is wishful thinking, because really...i dont think hes going to live in chico. oh well, heres to a few mistakes.

shoot videos, not guns.

a guy came into my work tonight speaking of how terrible this city is with crime rates and murders. he went on and on of how rude and disrespectful people are and how the cops dont seem to do anything about these growing rates. he then told me how not more than five minutes ago he had seen a man get shot in the middle of the street, and fall to the ground only to soak to his death in a pool of his own blood. 

the crazy thing about this was the way this man told this story; like it was something that he expected to see on a monday evening, like it was something he sees all the time, and something that he will continue on seeing. in a way, i dont blame him. living in this city i see crazy crackheads all the time, but ive never seen something as extreme as that, nor do i ever wish to. but something about the way the girl behind this man said "it wouldnt be the first time" so nonchalantly about the story made me think that maybe i am the only one who doesnt expect to see shit like that right out of the streets.

i really hope im not the only one. i hope there are others out there who still have the mentality that this world could be somewhat of a peaceful place, and we all arent just living in fear of "everyday life" and what its become. 

anyways, sorry for the depressing post. i had a pretty awesome, yet strange, weekend that maybe one day i will share...for those of you who dont already know it. home this weekend, get ready for exciting weekend number two.