Because Two Lives Are Better Than One

10:34AM - the y

Okay, so people will know that I do not just run up to people and punch them in the face- or "lash out" at someone, as I've also heard it been called, here is my side of the story. The whole story. What really happened. WHY I punched will sanders in the face. and why I don't feel bad about it, at all.

But first, let me preface this by saying that Will, on more than one occasions, has tried to sucker-punch my dick/balls. He missed both times, but one time really hurt (I guess he swiped something), and I never did anything either time. And besides the fact that Will is a pompous douchebag to me, and to everyone else on a daily basis, he's also made some bluntly racist comments at me in the past- things like,"Your skin is the color of shit."

Because sanders is just a cool guy like that.

So there, an inadequate summary of how much shit I put up with from him, and how I hardly do anything about any of it because, as actors in the same playhouse or whatever, we're basically obligated to be friends, or at least professional with each other.

The Dance, aka Pt. I:

As I'm walking around the dance with a lady friend from debate team, I find what I've been looking for: the theatre homecoming group. The last song has just reached it's end, and Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" begins to play. Spotting Will, I remember the time in theatre II (or maybe I) where we sung a lipsync performance to BR- yes, literally sung a lipsync. We weren't supposed to, and got major points taken away; it was funny.

And so, I go up to him, all friendly and junk like I'm supposed to be, and attempt to initiate a dance with him. That's all I did, was to try and initiate a dance with him. (And no, not in a gay way, like even the AP asked if I was doing. We're theatre people, people.) As I'm attempting this dancing business, Will simply squeezes down on my shoulders and gives me a short, hard shove off. D!@k much?

So I'm thinking,"Okay then, whatever," give a shove back, and begin walking back to my debate friend.

Now, as I'm walking back, my back turned to Will and everything, the SOB coward comes up from behind me and gives me what feels like an almost-running push, and hard, sending me about 5-7 feet in the direction I was already traveling, NEARLY knocking me into my friend, the girl from debate team I was talking to. My body automatically whipped my head downward, bending itself into a C shape, so I could stop myself from traveling any further, and, raising my eyes back towards reality, I stole a glance from her, and did a 180 degree turn towards Sanders.Without thinking much in my anger, save for,"OH f$k this! F$K him, I'm not taking his S!T anymore!" I deck him in the face. One swift punch.


Initiate: Will throwing himself upon the dance floor so as to attract attention. Keep in mind I'm only 145 pounds, and Will is probably over 200, under 220- there is no way I hit him hard enough to send him sliding across the ground. Also, consider those facts when remember the shoving process- who is obviously bigger and who is obviously smaller. Anyways, I left the dance after that, walking towards the outside area, joined by my bewildered debate friend. Everyone around me (theatre group) was freaking out, and there was nothing worth staying there for anymore, anyway.

With all that having been said, here are just a few facts:
-I should not have punched Will
-I thoroughly enjoyed punching Will
-So many people were joyous of the fact that I punched Will
-More people than the number of people who gave me shit about it
-Most importantly though, if Will wasn't such an A@hole in the first place, then I would never hit him. He simply could have rudely said,"Don't dance with me," and I would have kindly accepted that, having just been saved from the situation I just got myself into.


And I have to say that, I am honestly Not Sorry, and probably never will be, for hitting Will in the face. Why? Because I know he doesn't feel sorry, and probably will never feel sorry, for being a d$k to me in the first place, at the dance, not even after it gets him punched in the face.

And I'm sorry that everyone had to see me do that, see me so angry, and violent, but someone brought out the worst in me.

I think I have said everything I felt I needed to say.


They say, "he had it coming."

8:19PM

Privating (me only) my entries until I can get off my life and sit on my ass and update them.


"so yeah appearently julie or somone saw this list of people you hate a week or so ago .. and showed to ronnie. and he showed it to chris. and they were all like making a big deal and talking shit. (i havnted seen this list but i guess they were on it). and i was like wow stfu .. what your complaining about right now is prolly why your on the list
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julie and that crowd must really not like you because they seem to be so anoyed and interested in how you live your life."


This is how you look.
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bitches bitch.
"...(life) is so lame
when you bitch and you moan."
-QOTSA

4:19AM

Today I had jetpack dreams of Billy Trim and I, flying around sunlit the yard of my grandma's in the heights area. We were definitely just learning, but I was obviously better at it first, but billy's constant hijinks made me happy dream more enjoyable it was fun funny.
Good dreams. A good nap, too. I wish I had a jetpack.

Tonight was my first real experience in being in a real club, Rich's. It was 18 and up tonight, like every thursday, ladies in free, but tonight I was not andrew trevino. I was Azfar Balil Sheikh, from the state of New York, born the thrid of July, 1986. Yes, I was twentyone. I decided to live up the club experience while I was at it, and bought a few drinks with my wristband. A fucking shot of yagghermeister for seven fucking dollars!
Ridiculous.
Either way, it was fun. they had mad bitches, caged up, and dancing in hot scraps of nothing for our viewing pleasure.
They totally played "one more time" by daft punk, which was probably the song i got into most. i wish they played The Knife though,
I love the knife. They're some of the best techno out there right now. And they're Swedish. I love the Swedes. I went to learn
Swedish. And German.

Hur hon är
How she is

1:09PM

I'm glad that I exposed my first roll of film, which was finally made fact AFTER I finished going through the entire developing process,
except for the drying part. Whoo hoo. And FUCK, my first time in the dark room, loading my film onto my reels was a damn bitch.
I spent almost THIRTY MINUTES in there, I think. Probably not, but it was a stressful amount of time, being in the dark and all.
Consequently, after today's messes, I decided that there was only ONE cute girl in my photo class, as opposed to the
original number, three. And she's short, so she barely cuts it. They were all short, except for one.