I just got "attempted choked turned into digging his nails into my fucking neck
It started when I was sitting with my friends at lunch today when this guy I know named Carl (Or Karl or however the fuck he spells his name.) stands next to me and asked us if we have change for a dollar. I like to joke with my friends, I get the idea to snatch his dollar saying "No, but I'll take the dollar! 8D" He tried to pry open my hand to get the dollar which I was having fun keeping a grip on.
We end up standing, grabbing each others arms trying to overpower one another with me telling him to say "please". I even try to tickle him in the armpit to make him let go. And while I'm thinking we're playing around, he grabs me by the neck. By now I'm thinking, "What the hell?"
but I keep the dollar in my hand saying "Come on, just say please?".
He then tried acting like he knew karate or self defense by trying to push a pressure point in my hand (It's technique used in self defense to make people automatically let you go.) but fails and keeps trying to push in various areas between my thumb and index. After having a bit of a staring contest with him, I decided he wasn't going to say please and stopped. I handed him back his dollar.
I was thinking of saying sorry next, because he did look a bit serious during that time, but before I could speak he slapped me.
THIS MOTHERFUCKER SLAPPED ME.
It wasn't like a hard, powerful slap. More like a half assed slap to show disrespect. However, there is a thing about me you should know.
YOU DON'T FUCKING SLAP ME.
NOT UNLESS YOU GOT SOME FUCKING DEATH WISH.
My dad's slapped me once and on top of him getting punched in the face and scratched, I didn't talk to him for a year.
I reacted by pushing him backwards, where he landed on this girl eating food. I was scared that she got hurt or food all over her, so I stopped and gave her a quick apology. By then Carl left and I sat down, flustered as hell, and decided to read a book to calm down.
Carl, however, comes back and whispered into my ear, "You know if you had done that in the street, you be dead."
This is fucking school. COLLEGE. You do not go around doing that to people unless it's in self defense. Outside of school you can be the little fucking gang-banging-woman-beater-in-streets that you wanna be, but in school - you don't fucking do that.
Now, I'm going to have to write a report and my mom's taking me down to the police station to file another report. It's a lot of work that I'd rather avoid but it has to be done if that son of a bitch is going to learn a lesson.
However, today wasn't all that bad. The Field Museum is free the second Monday of every month, so Kelly, Kat, Brandi and I decide to go. We went on the Nature Walk
exhibit, were they have this large collection of taxidermy animals and we saw the new Aztec World
, which I felt was a bit boring.
By, the time we decided to leave, everyone was starving and Brandi and I keep talking about McDonalds. So, I brought a Double Quarter Pound w/ Cheese and tore it up. The burger never had a prayer.
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