I'm in the Design Lab, trying so hard to do homework, and failing. Epically. I have a paper and a project that I have to finish, both of which I started early on today. Gotta love theatre. Especially when it's coupled with procrastination and other theatre people who have stuff to do and are also procrastinating.

Five o'clock in the morning, its been a week.

I have a confession to make. I have this crush. It's not the ordinary crush that you would think any normal person would have. This crush is so full-blown that it has made me a stalker. Now, I know what you're thinking: why is being a stalker bad? There's nothing wrong with being creepy.

I know. I don't think so either. But, there are others who have a different mindset. A stalker would make someone become a little uncomfortable. Maybe a little afraid for their safety.

But it's not just one person I'm stalking. Oh, no, my stalking-ness is more than that. Other than the harassment of these said people, my stalking-ness is affecting my life to the point where I will waste pointless hours just staring at pictures, reading as much as I can about the target, reeling in as much details as possible.

I'm stalking an entire group of people. And they don't even know it.

And I'm just sitting here, hiding behind my computer screen, laughing at their ignorance. I'm safe from them, because there's nothing that they can do to make me go away.

He-he-he...

Do you want to know who it is? Do you really?... Because once you know, this knowledge will never be able to escape you. It might keep you awake at night, wondering how to make this stop. But it can't. If you want to be able to sleep at night without the nightmares, eat your food without fear of throwing it back up, don't read beyond this point.

I'm stalking the Middle East.

There it is ladies and gentlemen. I'm in love with the Middle East.

Did I scare you?

[ssshhhh... don't tell anyone...]

So on Wednesday, I was reading a blog from http://lotta-valdez.xanga.com/704860933/rantish--a-blog-of-rants/ and I remember thinking to myself, "Geez, I hope that never happens to me." But, I think that blog cursed me [sorry, lotta, but it did].

The very next day, I went to Portland to pay my school bill and to drop some books off at Powell's. On the bus ride up, which was over an hour, this lady with crutches came on about ten minutes after I did. Normally, I don't pay much attention to people on the bus, because they generally don't bother me.

All that went to hell when this woman opened her mouth. She immediately started complaining to the bus driver about how all the other bus drivers were treating her like shit. One driver, she insisted, stole $60 from her [I'm not sure how, unless, she gave it to him personally. I've riden the bus MANY times, and not once have I seen the drivers take money. They're not allowed to. Treat passengers like shit, yes, but take money, no]. She was shouting that she was ten feet away from the stop, and the bus driver saw her, but didn't stop.

Now, I understand the anger and resentment that one could feel being on crutches and not being able to get to the stop on time. But this driver explained [and I agree with him 100%] that they are told to pick up people who are only at bus stops, They are on a time constraint, and if they wait even five minutes extra [and can you imagine the amount of time it would have taken her to hobble to the bus, pay the fare, and sit? It took her several minutes more than the average rider to just walk on the bus!], they screw up the schedule for the rest of the day. She complained for another twenty seconds before she headed to a seat, asking the driver to report the others to the people in charge.

Even though the driver, I'm sure, has no idea who she's talking about.

For the next twenty minutes, she went on to complain to this random guy sitting a couple chairs away about how her life is shit and how she's having to play the cards she's been dealt. She then launched into this whole story about how she was in a coma, and she just got out of the hospital.

"Maybe I should have stayed in the hospital today. I should have just stayed in bed. I don't even know why I got out this morning."

Tell me how anyone is comfortable telling that to any stranger. She wasn't even talking to me, and I felt pity for her.

But wait a minute! What the FUCK?! This is exactly what lotta wrote about, and here I am feeling pity for some lady's shit that I shouldn't even be hearing!! What??!!

So I just cranked up my BIG WHISKEY AND THE GROOGROX KING on the good old iPod, hoping to drown her out.

But, nooooo, she feels the need to be even louder than THAT!

After bitching and moaning, she went on to talk about the company she worked for. She was telling everybody that she's had to close down three stores because no one was there to work them for her. She explained that she was looking to hire anyone, even children. The company she works with deals with heavy machinery and packing material.

This is when this Muslim family came on; a father, his wife, and their daughter, who looked to be about five.

The woman turns to the child and is like, "Hey, do you want a job?" The girl just looked at her, like, "Do you want to not talk to me?" The lady repeated the question, even asked the child if she knew English.

This is where I started cracking up. Have you ever seen ignorant-ass people who think that if they speak louder--in English--to someone who they assume doesn't speak it, that maybe they'll understand them? Yep. That was this motherfucker.

The lady offered this child a job working phones for her company, and the girl just nodded. The parents just smile politely, but refused to say anything. And the funny part of the whole exchange was that the parents were talking in English when they were coming on the bus.

So this lady, after harrassing the child, goes on for the rest of trip about how she'll hire anyone, even a two year old. She even told this story about how she approached this strange 6 year old on the street to offer her a job, and the mother got angry at her. She didn't understand why. Apparently, she doesn't understand that the U.S. has Child Labor Laws in place.

I love it when people are just retarded. She was going around the bus handing out flyers to everyone. One woman refused to take one, and the lady looked at the guy she was talking to and said, "I don't know what that was about. Must be something wrong with her."

I can't tell you how happy I was when she got off the bus. The bus was so...tense free....

But it cracked me up how that something I read on Xanga happened to me the next day. I wonder what other prophecies will come from this site.