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I just woke up from an amazing nap. Sleep deprivation struck once more, and I really needed a nap before work. It wouldn't have looked good if I was falling asleep on the stone. I really don't want to go to work tonight, but as always I need monies.

I don't think this week will be as eventful. Possible hangout with J, a hang out with Tommy on Wednesday. I'm still trying to think of something to do on a budget when Tommy comes back to MoCo.

Nothing really happened on the weekend. I stopped by work on Saturday to pick up my check, and everyone asked me what I thought about Harry Potter. All of us agreed that it sucked in terms of the book. Thursday I saw the same homeless men that are always on 355. I gave a dollar to one always stands on the off ramp to Old Georgetown Rd. I pulled up the light at 355 and Old Georgetown, and it was the same old guy. I had another dollar ready, but he stopped further down from my car. I unbuckled my seatbelt and bolted from Groucho. I ran up to the guy and gave him the dollar. He laughed and said that he could've came to me. I told him not to worry about it. I've seen this guy many times, and he's definitely fragile. After the light turned green, he waved to me as I passed. I know everyone in their luxury cars were wondering who this lunatic was sprinting from an old '93 camry. I've always said that we need to help the world starting with home. If you can afford a luxury car, you can spare a dollar. I also came up with a new saying: It takes one random act of kindness to change the world. And one crazy person running through traffic to lead by example ;)
It was such an adrenaline rush. I was still feeling it as soon as I got into the Starbucks at Barnes and Noble. It would come as a shock to me if a person said that they couldn't believe I ran through traffic to help a homeless man. At least from someone who knows me. I know I needed those two bucks just as much as those two men do, but I can always make it up. Next thing to donate to: TOMS shoes. I'm trying to get them before school starts, so I have a comfortable shoe to wear during studio. I think the only real studio I have this coming semester is photo lab.

I reading through my facebook friend updates, and I find it interesting that Ashley's arguing with people about abortion. Everyone knows my stance on abortion; we share the same pov. We both think that if you can make the decision to have sex, then you should be responsible for the baby that is conceived. At the same time I do understand that not everyone sees eye to eye, and I feel that this is my personal choice. What people do with their bodies is their choice. It's a strange situation, I'm pro life, but at the same time this comes off as pro choice. I think the only difference with me is that I actually listen to the opposition. She has a million updates arguing with people on facebook over abortion. Personally I find it ridiculous when people fight online. It's just as effective as trying to kill someone with a teddy bear. Then again that's still a bad example, you could suffocate the person, depending on the size the of the teddy bear...fighting online is just as effective as trying to kill someone with a pebble. It's childish really. Someone could appear as a total douchebag online, but when confronted in real life they run with their tail between their legs.

It's just about that time. I should get ready for work. I'm feeling kind of lazy, and I don't think I'm going to put any make up on. They've seen me au natural before, today won't be a difference. Plus I've also ran out of foundation. I think I'll bring my books to work. God willing the store will be dead, and I'll have some time to read. I'm currently reading "Veronika Decides to Die" and "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (British edition)". I want to know what the difference is in words. The first book I mentioned is really interesting. It's about a woman who decides to commit suicide, but wakes up in a mental institution. She comes to realize that she no longer wants to die, but start fresh and go back to her old life. The only problem is that the concoction of pills she swallowed caused incurable damaged to heart and she'll die within a week. I can't wait to finish that book to find out what happens. The author wrote the book, "The Alchemist" which is also a good book from what I heard. I could've gotten that at the Strand, but again lack of funds strikes. Oh well, I could always order it. I should really get ready for work.