Today in Biology, Tito decided to throw this piece of dust on my sweatshirt probably about the size of your thumb. Immediately, the guys around me demanded that I snuff him right there for such disrespect.

I didn't, and I brushed the dust off which made a big mark on my chest and continued to brush it until unnoticeable. One continued to tell me to snuff him for Tito's disrespect, but in a joking manner with some seriousness.

Lean back and brush your shoulders off...

I'm not disrespected easily. People dumped milk on me, threw things at me, insulted me (calling me stupid is a soft spot though) and swore massively. It isn't that bad. Not the sticks and stones bit, but the 'Tip of the Iceberg'.

Though, as I pondered this on the way home, I found out how quick it is to disrespect me.

My sister talks to me, et cetera et cetera, then slaps my chest while I have a thin shirt on after just taking off the sweatshirt. The weather man fooled me with his talk of today being a cool one.

Their was sweat on my chest.

If you slap skin with sweat on it (or water) it stings.

"huh!" I say quietly but with scorn.

And she slaps me in the mouth. I promptly push her away. She threatens to call mom and tell her, and I tell her to go ahead, because she won't be surprised.

Why?

Let me give you a list of words that occasionally come out of our mouths.

Slit

Bass

Witch

Bam

Freakin' (if you want to call it a swear)

Bell

Wrap

You think saying muck is different?

So after telling her that mom wouldn't do anything, she goes over to this computer in my room and begins unplugging the monitor. I pull her away, she yells at me, some arguing, I don't remember the words exchanged but certainly no swears, and she slaps me across the face.

Now last time she did this, I slapped her back and got in more trouble for it. I don't care how old she is and if she's my older sister and knows more things. I love her but hate the things she does sometimes. She should have the same amount of respect for me as I do with her. So my tongue slipped a word I say in school (as does everyone else. YOU TOO TAKI, NECRO, NUKORA, KOHAKU, maybe B6, CA, maybe BFAHOME, G1, and ET CETERA!). A slap is justified? Then shouldn't everyone on primetime or in PG-13 and R Rated movies have cheeks beat red?

So, instead of this disrespect, having to deal with her (crud), I said I'm leaving.

I put my sweatshirt back on, grab my Zune, and walk out the door.

I walked out of the apartment building, I walked off the area, onto the other side of Route 9 where there was a sidewalk, and continued to put one foot in front of the other.

With the change from the lunch money I have, I buy a Diet Pepsi and a half mile away, going on crosswalks and waiting for the short period of time where no cars are passing, and continue walking on Route 9.

I pass the local Wallgreens... the Bank... The State Police Headquarters, Car Dealerships (nice Limited Edition Mustang, Ford), the Brazilian Buffet, Jordan's Furniture, Wal-Mart, Uno's, and I go into Natick. I cross the route and head for the Natick Collection.

I go inside, short distance to what I just did to get anywhere, call from American Eagle (and pick up an application) and tell my sister I'm here and I'm going to walk back.

She tells me she's going to pick me up, still in disbelief I walked from one end of Framingham to another, and thirty minutes later, I'm headed home.

And to top it off, she says this:

"You're an cool dude."

"Thanks."[/response to filter]

"You're not helping." <-As in the anger for one another currently.

Go home, get back my monitor, and I drop in on BZP. Talk to Nukora a bit on AIM.

RoguePurpleNerd: I have next semesters courses scheduled!

Jon Batista 91: you're excited why?

RoguePurpleNerd: I dunno

RoguePurpleNerd: 'Cause that's done with?

Jon Batista 91: well, I got a ###### of a blog entry...

RoguePurpleNerd: Oh boy

RoguePurpleNerd: About?

Jon Batista 91: nothing big

Jon Batista 91: mom might be a bit angry...

Jon Batista 91: nothing I haven't dealt with before in the past

Jon Batista 91: Hint: My feet hurt.

RoguePurpleNerd: My arms all hurt

Jon Batista 91: all both of them?

Jon Batista 91: wow

RoguePurpleNerd: Yep

RoguePurpleNerd: But I meant "all" as in "all the way up to the elbows"

Jon Batista 91: as

Jon Batista 91: ah

RoguePurpleNerd: I laid down in some venomous weeds

RoguePurpleNerd: And my arms weren't covered.

Jon Batista 91: well...

Jon Batista 91: *sa-lap*

RoguePurpleNerd: I didn't know the weeds were there

RoguePurpleNerd: It just looked like grass to me

Jon Batista 91: *eats your face*

RoguePurpleNerd: So why do your feet hurt?

Jon Batista 91: well, not so much hurt

Jon Batista 91: but a bit wore

RoguePurpleNerd: hm

Called my mom after that and told her I'm home. She was worried, not angry. Maybe a little. I dunno...

Well, guess a five mile walk did some good...

~AA