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More nervous than I show or let off, really, and my leg is moving back and forth like an angry cat's, or content dog's tail....
I really don't know what I'm going to do about the book issue... I know I don't have one of the two books for sure. As for the history book, it does not seem to be in my possesion, so I can do nothing to return what I do not have. >_<
Why the hell are they going to refuse to give me my schedule over a lousy school book?!
I can tell they have them, or at least one!!
Yes, I understand school materials are limited, but then why give out the books in the first place if you're just gonna LOSE them! School libraries have the worst reps with books in that check in department, afterall...
Not quite like public libraries, because if you happen to keep someone's favorite book too long, you know you're going to wind up seeing their a** at your front door, saying "Alright... we are gnna FIND THAT BOOK AND RETURN IT, OKAY?! scream stressed "
lol
.... Why are you laughing!? I wasn't joking! eek Hell, I'VE done something similar!!! surprised
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but right... mom will be here any minute, and I'm scared that the crazy man is still out there, trying to break into people's houses.... looking for almost twenty different people, one of which I know to have been dead... for a hundred years or more.
I mean, I wanted to look through the spy hole first, but the person kept knocking, and I thought "Geez, mom, calm the hell down!"
But I open the door, and block it as soon as I see that it's not my mom... hell, it wasn't even the manager!
The guy's eyes were wild, and he seemed to be staring somewhere past me, and kept spouting out different names, panting as though he'd just run to get to our apartment specifically... one of the names was 'Big guy... The Godfather?"
Of course, I said "None of these people live here. They might have moved away..."
I was trying to keep the peace.
I'm still mad that my brother didn't even TRY to make a move to call the cops. He was too ******** interested in the exchange between me and this stranger who seemed to be trying to break into our goddamned apartment to walk over to the stupid phone and call the police for assistance! scream stressed
What's more, when mom called not three seconds after I'd closed the door when the guy went along his merry, psycho way, my brother answered the phone and made it sound like I tried to LET this guy rape me! scream
"Yeah, he was practically in the apartment, and she just kept talking to this strange man!"
scream God, I know that you made that one rule for siblings: "Thou shalt not kill"; BUT PLEASE, HE MUST DIE! I DESERVE THAT MUCH! gonk
If he wasn't delirious, or a psychopathic break and entering felon, he sure as hell was acting like one, and smelled like he hadn't showered in months...
I kept saying "No, he doesn't live here... no, she doesn't live here either.... WHAT?..... WHAT? Sir, I can't understand you!"
I'd put my foot out to block the door from the bottom, and as he kept sort of testing me, by like trying to open the door a little more, I got a bit defensive... sweatdrop ... and pushed back, and held my foot in place, but I couldn't completely close the door until he finally gave up and left when I gave him the door to the assistant managers, telling him that they might know where these people that he's looking for might live. sweatdrop
I could hear him out in the halls still.
That guy scared me. I kept trying to look him in the eyes, but his eyes were unfocused, looking somewhere over my shoulder, staring, like he saw some great evil, or someone of importance to him, like one of the people he mentioned...
One of which happened to be George Washington. stare
I think it might have been a load of crap, though I tried to be as nice as possible with this guy even as I was confused as hell.
That guy scared me. . . ;~;
Stupid urgent knocking. . . .
 Sakura Moonflower · Tue Aug 23, 2005 @ 11:30pm · 0 Comments |
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