Defunct Paradise

[imood mood at time of entry: ok]

I truly can’t fault myself for lack of updates this entry. I came by a couple of days ago, and as I finished, everything disappeared. I took this as a sign that I didn’t need to update/I was just damned angry, so I gave up on it in favor of brooding about my fabulous entry.

There are supreme times when I know that SPAM has gone too far. Today, one of those times has occurred. I just witnessed Christianity SPAMing me to abstain from sex. Hrmmm. . .

I honestly don’t understand people’s claims that the library is boring. Last Sunday (November 14, 2004) proved how exciting things can get. I hadn’t felt like going in the first place, but I promised to help a friend with her essay. I trudged Downtown through aching feet and thighs (which were sore from walking the same ten blocks Downtown on Friday (November 12, 2004) when I went to a Library Job Fair), to go help her as promised.

As we were putting the finishing bull spit/fact-based sentences in, we saw a large black blur from the corner of our right eyes that looked suspiciously like a car. Well, we just knew that it could not have been a car we saw go streaming past across the closed in library courtyard.

The loud honk and crash a few seconds later defeated common sense, and we stood up to get a better look at the person who ran into the library. The driver began to back up, and everyone in the library thought they were going to leave. They decided to back up so that they could run into the library automatic door again.

There was not a person there not huddled together with strangers holding their breath at the presense of this apparent crazy driver. Of course, some man shouted out everyone’s fear that he had a gun, and it did not make things any better.

There were people asking if anyone had called the Police yet, and whispers informing those who did not see first-hand what happened continued to grow. The driver managed to knock out the glass of the motorized doors, and cause everyone to go into a strange sort of banded panic.

The library security was the first out to brave “the madman.” The guard spoke to the man, and he just sat in the car. The Police showed up a few minutes later, and the man went away without so much as a fight. I am thinking that this might be depression related, because he just looked so drab in the face, like all life had no meaning. Naturally, everyone commented on the fact that he looked Arabic, and mumurs of bombings spread through the crowd.

My 14-year-old friend (then 14, today is her 15th birthday), made the astute observation of the window he chose to ram. If he had chosen the side windows, he could have seriously injured someone. They could have permitted entrance to a car his size, since, they are so wide. I wonder if that will change now.

I am doing well in the writing area. I have gotten another poem published with Poetry.Com, but I don’t really care about this particular poem, because they editted it to make it shorter, and cut off the end. Grrr. I have gotten excellent feedback from the other stories that I have posted, and that helps. I was invited to join this writer’s group on Yahoo!, which was completely random!

There are a few other events that went on, like my getting lost on a far side of town, my favorite porn star (Stephaine Swift!!!) coming to town, the demise of a legendary radio station that had been on the air for more than 30 years, my getting a new/old home computer, the baby dragonfly that is now my constant companion, or that Death visited me again in my dreams (and this one would do anyone in), but I feel tired and sick. Besides, I’ve written enough here anyway. Maybe later, or tomorrow.

Danielle