Bus Drive Therapy.

A couple days ago I had a very emotional talk with a random kid while I was on my way home from work. He must had been in middle school, 8th grade probably and he reminded me of myself back in middle school except for the fact that he dressed better, thank god. I noticed right away that he was gay and seemed a little down, like myself back in middle school. He kept looking at me and I could tell that he was fond of my appearance. I started to watch him, which may sound really creepy but I love people watching and observing others it's just so interesting, he started to zone out and kinda drift into his mind which is probably why he pulled up his sleeves and exposed his arms. Right away I glanced down and noticed that one of them where covered in cuts, obviously self inflicted. This made my stomach sick, I know what its like to go through cutting I had a five year struggle with it and the ending results are going to stay with me forever. He realized what he did and then quickly pulled his sleeves down and caught my eye, embarrassment come over him and he looked so upset. I normally just ignore these type of situations but something about this kid made me act differently.  I got up and sat next to him and willingly showed him my arm. His eyes widened as he scanned the contours of every scar my arm had to offer. He asked me if things get better and I told him that everything gets better with time. He looked me in the eyes and said that he can't handle it, what ever it maybe, my eyes began to water because it was like I was looking at myself. I told him that everything was going to be okay and to never let anyone tell him that he can't do something or be something he is. He thanked me just as I was getting off at my stop.  I never got his name or age, nothing. The most intense thing to ever happen to me on the bus. Best believe I had a cigarette after that.

Eight Legged Freaks.

I'm fucking terrified right now. I saw a spider descend from my ceiling and land on my pillow. I jumped up and watch that little fucker just stand there for like five minutes, I finally got the courage to kill it and that mother fucker bolted. I attacked the bed like a savage beast and then lost that eight legged freak. I backed myself into the farthest corner of my room and started to convulse and cry all the while holding my self and repeating "I can't fucking do this." for a good 20 minutes. I slowly examined my bed petrified and found the corpse. I still feel like bugs are crawling all over me. I almost wanted to sleep on the couch in the living room rather than dealing with that multi-legged fucker. People really don't understand how much spiders TERRIFY me. I just wanted to watch some Hamtaro and now I can't fucking sleep.

Past Two Weeks.

The past two weeks have been pretty interesting. I have started school and I love it, well I only really enjoy my Japanese class but what can ya do? Partied and tried salvia again, but you can read about that in my previous post.  Started flirting with a member from work, well not flirting just mutual eye fucking. I spent Valentines day with my two good friends. Worked. Got into a confrontation with my best friends boyfriend which I now realize what mostly my fault but you should never confront anyone with anger while both of you are drunk. The contamination got physical which triggered a weird deja vu flashback to my child hood which unleashed all this hidden anger and rage. So that scared me as well as my close friends. Things are all worked out but I'm broke and I don't get paid till tuesday. Ohh and I saw the Secret World of Arrietty yesterday, such a  great and cute movie, I liked it better than Ponyo but Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castles and My Neighbor Totoro still rank top three. I'm excited because on the 29th I'm going to Disneyland because its 24 hours due to the celebration of leap year. Alright I need to finish practicing my Hirigana syllables~

Did everyone get ice cream?

So about a week ago I did salvia for the first time, well actually the first time I did it I was rolling, did a shit load of k and it was laced with weed, so I guess this was my first time doing it sober, well actually I was drunk but I had an intense trip none the less.

Basically I took my hit and fell back onto my friends bed laughing. When I finally got back up I was at a carnival and I was working the ice cream stand. There was this huge machine that was producing every flavor imaginable and they would slide down this vertical conveyer belt onto the cones and then I would give each cone to some one different.  Suddenly then engine for the machine broke and I exclaimed "Oh fuck!" Right when the engine broke all the kids from St. Jude's came for ice cream but get this, this was their very first field trip ever and of course my ice cream machine was broken. I couldn't upset all those kids from St. Jude's! So I picked myself up and some how fixed the engine and the machine began to produce the best ice cream that a carnival had to offer. While my trip was ending I was just making sure that every one got ice cream.

This is what my friends saw. Me falling back laughing, getting back up, looking around and smiling. Laughing hysterically and falling of the bed. I gazed at the trashcan on the floor and exclaimed "Oh fuck!" Me freaking out but still laughing, then calming down and started asking if everybody got ice cream.

Athletic Awareness.

 I don't really have any complaints about working at a gym. Spectrum Athletic Club in Santa Monica to be exact. The only real complaint is that some people just love to be rude, but then again I guess you can't get away from at any job. The people on a whole are quite nice and the eye candy is A+. Grant it I think of age as just a number but there are a lot of great looking and kinds guys. I have realized that all my boy crushes happen to be on men who are 27 and older but that's not my fault, its just something about older guys. I also have a collection of sugar daddies, scratch that, "gym sugar daddies" considering that they only buy me stuff when I work whether it be a protein bar or an energy drink, hell I've even gotten surprised with Starbucks. They usually only give me healthy things cause they "don't want me to lose my lovely svelte physique." I think its so ridiculous, but I can't complain I enjoy the days in which I work, people can be quite funny. It makes my day when I can brighten some body's  or make then smile by asking them how they're doing. Simple things like that really do make a huge impact on some people. Alright I gotta take piss and I get off of work in a half hour so I'm going to start closing up.