So I'm driving home from IB Psych SL test. Actually, more like the test ended at 8:40 and it was 10:00 because some of us decided to go to Dennys afterwards for breakfast, where we tried to explain spooning to Maria and failed because we could only find one spoon and one fork; so more like forking, actually. NOT THE POINT! Okay, so I'm driving home and I happen to notice..."Hey...the bookstore is THAT way!" Split-second decision to make a detour, so I pull into the left-hand turn lane and speed up a little hoping the catch the green light when all of a sudden

SOME BLUE VAN PULLS OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, NO TURN SIGNAL OR ANYTHING!

So I slam on my breaks to avoid hitting them and since the occasion warranted it, I honked the horn to demonstrate that I was displeased with being cut off, to say the least. And in an incredible display of rudeness, the driver flipped me the bird. ME, the wronged party!

Now, according to the rules of books/movies/manga, at this point I should have calmly pulled a gun from somewhere and shot out the man's tires before speeding past him on my way to pull of a heist/avert nuclear disaster. And my Mexican-showdown music was playing on the stereo, like just setting it up for a dramatic showdown. So I felt kind of cheated as I slumped over the steering wheel pouting at missing my light and being stuck behind this guy. And he kept checking himself out in the mirror and smoothing back his hair and everything.

So I started feeling vindictive. For one thing, his car looked like somebody had hit it from behind; the bumper was all bent out of shape (probably because he was cutting people off). And I was thinking "You know what, you SOB! Just for that, I'm going to make a character like you, and have something horrible happen to him. And I'll know it was you, and I'll laugh cruelly at your misfortune, cutting me off like that, you asshole..." which is generally how I vent my frustration in situations like these. But when the light turns green once more and we're driving down this winding road, and he's still checking himself out in the mirror and smoothing his hair. So now I'm pretty amused and I'm kind of giggling to myself at this pompous fool when a sudden shift of the light on the mirror gives me a better look at his face and I'm like "Wait a minute...is that a woman?! WHAT?! GENDER-CONFUSION TO THE MAX!". Which now throws off my entire plot so I'm pissed again. And we're still going in the same direction, so now I'm starting to think "What if he-she-it is going to the bookstore too?! Is there going to be some angry confrontation in the parking lot?", thinking "Damn...I need my Mexican stand off music for that!" and I'm trying to plan out all the scenarios this could go down (like: What if he-she-it has a katana? How will I respond to that? Crap, why don't I know capoiera or something? Can I take down a katana with mad street-fighting skills? What music would I need for that?). Basically, my general thoughts. And I'm so distracted by planning out this completely fantasy scenario that I don't even notice that they're turning. Do you know why? BECAUSE THERE'S NO TURN SIGNAL! So I am forced once again to slam on the break to avoid hitting this person who either doesn't have the decency to turn on their turn signals or has broken them in some freak accident (maybe running grass, who know? Maybe somebody took a baseball bat to the back of their car...) and can't be bothered with hand signals. They definitely get a VINDICTIVE STORY

Even though I'll probably forget soon and go back to being cheerful again.

Now that I have finished my pointless story, I have to say that I have a psychological compulsion about buying books. I can't not go into the bookstore, and its so very very very hard for me not to buy a book. So today I was poking around because they still don't have xxxholic 10 and I noticed...The Dresden Files. Which was rec-ed to me by thelovemafia. So I hunted around for the first book and I read the first chapter and I was like "Well...this is pretty good!" But I forced myself to put it back, saying "BAD GLASS! You don't need a new book! You have a history paper to write and stories to finish!"......but it looked so sad back on the shelf.

I bought the book and I've started reading it and Harry Dresden is pretty B.A. This makes the third book I've started with an awesome wizard main-character, because now that I finished xxxholic I started Tsubasa and Fai is just pure love (and he reminds me sometimes of Devin-sempai, so then I get nostalgic for those days in band with Sempai and I should probably just call him...), and then I found my copy of Howl's Moving Castle yesterday so I had to start that again. It's just been wizard-love all this week. Now I really want to write a wizard story. (I also found my fairy books by Brian Froud and I forgot how cool they were and how much I really loved those old sorts of fairytales and legends and why I was so interested in the studying anthropology in the first place. I really love learning about peoples' cultures and their particular stories and legends and mythologies; a lot of my early writing was fairytales and the like, but I can't show it to any of you because I destroyed it all in a fit of anger the beginning of this school year)

I have no idea what the point was in saying all of this was. But WHO CARES? Gonna go read my new book now...