There are some things that must be said...

Maybe it is just me, but I have noted a serious attitude problem of late with some of the people I hang out with.
Firstly, where the FUCK do you get off telling me what to do? You know what, maybe your enourmous ego makes you think you're like, better than me or something, but if you don't stop slandering my work and actions and talking to me in the way a teacher talks to a naughty student I swear to God I'm going to scream at you. That was yesterday, and I'm still bloody pissed off.
Next, rehearsal at lunch today was...like dying. I know it's probably harder than it looks, but it's not too bloody difficult for smart people like you. If you just stopped arguing and getting all worked up over tiny details and just got on with it, then that would have been infinitely less painful, for you and for me.
And also, all this lovey-dovey shit makes me sick. Ugh, quit stroking each other for God's sake.

Okay, enough of that, let's talk about WHEN COYOTES ATTAC K!!!
Well...it didn't exactly attack. Kari and I were skipping our classes (art and CALM respectively) to enjoy the lovely sunshine in the field/park near the school. It was beautiful out. The sky was so blue, not a single cloud. And we were relaxing, our eyes closed under the sun. I heard a weird crunching sound in my left ear, and thought it was a bug, like a grasshopper that was going to land on me, so I jerked up slightly, and thank goodness I did. A brown and tan canine with a drooping tail and pointy ears backed away from me. It had almost been touching me, but it scooted about a foot away. It quickly circled around to the other side of me, where Kari was watching. I sighed a relief. "Oh, it's just a dog!" But as it approached to about half a foot away, Kari scrambled into a standing position, saying "That's not a dog!" but I already knew that. As the previous words had come out of my mouth, I thought "It's a fox, no, it's a coyote!" I shrieked directly after Kari "It's a coyote!" and sat there, frozen in position. It backed away quickly, and trotted off in another direction. A man asked if it bit me, and I replied that no, it just scared us. It was crazy.


Eeeeek....my heart cannot take it...it just stopped in my chest...I want to make it go away, but it lingers still. Oh, this is cruel. And I want it to continue. Continue this facade, it hurts way less.