Ahh, I am amazed by my own vast hypocrisy sometimes. I believe that people should make an effort to treat other people with kindness and gentleness, yet I think that I tend to be somewhat of a standoffish bitch in many of my dealings. I don't know if it's because many of the people I come in contact with are stupid and frustrating, or if I'm just a prick, or if it's a combination of both. I TRY to be nice, I do. But people are such ASSHOLES sometimes that it's so hard to be Christlike and turneth the other chick. Take this one guy, for example. I have no idea as to who this... I don't know, I can't even think of an appropriate expletive for him, but I have no idea as to who he is, and he's lately been harrassing me on my way to Physics. I assume this boy (and I know this has nothing to do with anything, nor should it, but he is fat and ugly =P) is amused by my Gigantic Backpack of Doom. Before I go on, let me tell you about my Gigantic Backpack of Doom.

It's not really a backpack, at least, not in the sense of everyone else's backpacks. It's more of a hiker's backpack--besides just being huge, it has a lot of extra pockets--two large ones on the front which each have smaller ones set into them, and you can stuff things in the back where the straps are, and there's even a separate mesh storage place inside the main part of the bag. My bag is usually full, as I don't use my locker, so the full effect of this back's hugeness is often felt, both visually and physically, by people that see me in classes or are unfortunate enough to barrel into me in the hallways. I get remarks about this bag ALL THE TIME, despite the fact that I have NEVER USED MY LOCKER in ALL FOUR YEARS of attending high school. The only difference between the last three years and this year is that my bag was always too small to carry EVERYTHING, so I usually had to carry books in my arms. But this bag IS big enough to carry everything (nearly everything. I can't fit all my binders into it, which is why I still only have binders for AP English and math... >_>). Yes, I know I'm going to have a hernia when I get older. Perhaps if I'm lucky it will kill me. But I digress.

The point is that people are always gaping at and remarking on my Gigantic Backpack of Doom. In fact, just today, while in a literary magazine meeting, a girl suddenly stared at my bag and said 'Oh my God, is that yours?', as though she had never seen it before in her life. However, this little idiot is the only person that's actually harrassed me about it. When he first saw me, he tried to trip me (let me reiterate that I have no idea who this person is, besides a fat, ugly underclassman with giggly girls around him at all times), much to delight of the aforementioned giggly girls. Not being an idiot, I didn't fall. In the days following, he would say 'Hey, there she is' and 'Hey' and make a wretched little smirking face that makes me want to break all the bones in his face--and then today he leaned over and was hitting the back of my bag because I was ignoring him. If he bothers me again, I'm going to do one of three things: first, I'm going to pretend to fall down the stairs and break something, then scream and scream and say it was ALL HIS FAULT for harrassing me and pushing on my bag. Second, I'm just going to beat the shit out of him. The only thing preventing me from this course of action is the fact that other people would get caught in it and also that I usually wear dresses, and it's hard to beat the shit out of someone in my dresses. =P Or, third, I'll just grab him, drag him to the nearest teacher, and get him into as much as trouble as I possibly can. Either way this little bitch is going to pay.