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Tumblr is loading so slowly today. And my typing is just a horrid mess. Oh well. I'm happy today because I get to put my check in the bank, which will leave me with $48 to spend. Yeah it's not a lot. I know. :\

But I will do that and then get a few rockstars! :D I love that I live near a store that sells them. And I have a car. YAY


Then after those small errands I will come home and try to study on Women's Studies. Mr. Kim wasn't lying when he said he was heavy on the reading. Ugh. -.-;  Maybe I should have started earlier... 

And damn me if I get to reading and have an inspiration for my story. That is the last thing I want really. I mean I do want to write more on my story, I'm stuck, but, I really need to read. =\


I also took a few pictures yesterday and will edit them today (Hopefully). 

The Story Pt. 1/?

There are moments in the night where you take complete satisfaction in the quiet, in the lonliness. Standing on a street corner, waiting for the crossing light to change, and the only companion you have is the 2 a.m. snowfall. These are moments I try to cherish as much as I can. 

The white flakes rest on my black sweater, hushing my thoughts, telling me quietly, "Focus, dear, you need to focus." Right. I needed to tail the short man with a  toupee slightly askew. He had been walking from the bar to some unknown destination for about an hour now, but I wasn't going to give up. Never did I give up on something as important as this. 

As I stood there waiting, the walk light turned green. He crossed the street quickly with short little steps, seeming as if some thought had renewed an urgency within him. His path waivered from side to side, just a little bit, due to his stupor, so I slowly walked behind him, as quietly as possible. My feet made no sound as I walked behind him. Every once in a while he would stop and look around curiously, with an angry look in his eyes. He was an angry man, I  knew that for sure. The knowledge of that plagued me now, edging me towards wanting to just go up there and kill him with my knife. To leave him there to bleed out and die on the pavement.

But no, I must stay focused, no matter how angry I he made me. My boss, Damien, told me specifically that he wanted this man back alive. Why, I had no idea. But then again, that wasn't my place anyways. I was just the fetcher. Nothing more. 

After another thirty minutes the man finally stopped walking. He just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and stood there, dialing on his phone. I carefully hid behind a trashcan nearby, and eavesdropped on his conversation. 

"Hey Joey, I'm here. Yeah, standing just outside." He looked around, and I quickly ducked. He didn't notice me at all. "Nope, I'm all alone."