Samantha Augustine’s Journal: Episode 5
Listening to: “Dirty Little Secret” by All American Rejects
Samantha dear, you have an image problem. All those things you do because you want to include people? Those people seem to think you are pitying them. Jonothon thinks that is the case, and I think I even hurt Scott’s feelings a bit. Samantha, patron saint of lost causes? That’s not what is in my heart. Victor left because you betrayed his trust, to join up with some hothead mutant with a superiority complex. It might be self important of me to think that way. He probably would have left anyways, but I certainly didn’t do him any favors.
A passage came to me as I was thinking about this Magneto person. 2nd book of Timothy 2:24 – 2:26
24 And the servant of the Lord must not strive; but be gentle unto all [men], apt to teach, patient,
25 In meekness instructing those that oppose themselves; if God peradventure will give them repentance to the acknowledging of the truth;
26 And [that] they may recover themselves out of the snare of the devil, who are taken captive by him at his will.
Essentially, it is the open hand versus the closed fist theory. God teaches us to be tolerant and extend our hands to others who have a difference of opinion, so that they may come to a place of understanding and not fear. Good luck doing that when you’re calling us “Homo-Superior”. Jackass.
Anyways, so Lydia said that I should ask Piotr out. I wasn’t sure where that was coming from, and Lydia didn’t elaborate much. Piotr…don’t get me wrong he’s an adonis. I feel kind of naughty watching him while wearing my sunglasses when he walks around without a shirt. That’s sort of girl thing, too. Let me put the boobs on display and look disapprovingly at men who stare, even though we sort of want them to. As Tuck said, “If you got em, flaunt em August.” :p Typically not my move, but I’ve done it before. I’m just not sure what else there is to Piotr. I did ask him to go on a walk with me, but then time sort of got away from us. Maybe he’s the whole package and I don’t know. I think it would be good to find out. Course that means I might have to put my ‘mini-crush’ on ice. Not sure it would amount to anything anyways. He certainly doesn’t seem that interested. Though, I like him for very different reasons. I thought I laid down a pretty good hint. Oh well. Anyways, the last thing I need to do is send mixed signals to anyone anymore. Didn’t work out so well last time.
I figured out I could create life, kinda. I was monkeying around with a paperclip and turned it into a butterfly. I don’t know if it’s permanent, but if it is I feel better about this cancer cell experiment. I think I might have concerned Lydia when I showed her. I cope by thinking of it as special affects. If I really thought I could create life, something that only Our Lord and Savior can do…
Speaking of avoidance, apparently I’m a mutant because some asshole genetically altered me to be that way. I wish my mom was here so I could get some answers. However, this leads me to my next thought. Maybe I was a test tube experiment. I don’t really have a ‘father’ just a sperm donor. Course a dad that’s not in your life is sort of that anyways. I had a couple friends where it was that way. But to think that someone thought of me as a damn experiment. I’m afraid I’ll get pale and grow to 8 feet tall I’m so mad.. As it was, I asked to spar Aria because right after I get that nugget of information, Lydia dropped the Victor thing on me. Cold as could be. Like she was saying, “Pass the butter.” It’s a cultural thing, it must be. Anyways, I finally broke out the Capoera blackbelt. I hated that thing for so long. I resented my mother for making me get it. ‘I don’t want to hurt anyone, I want everyone to get along’ I’d say to her. She’d say not everyone has the best of intentions Samantha Nicole (she broke out the big guns when she’d throw that middle name at me).
Oh, and let’s cap it off with the SHIELD agent that’s here at this school. Kids, we have a sniper in the tower. Everything is fine. Great. Now my life is officially complete. Don’t be surprised if the next journal is from Gitmo.
So for future Samantha reading this, here’s the TLDR version:
I may have pushed Victor down a dark path, lead by a violent creeper.
God says use the open hand versus the closed fist.
I asked Piotr out. He’s hot, but need more info.
Mini-Crush might be a non-starter.
I’m a test tube baby/experiment with no real father.
And now I’m on a government watch list.
So yeah, S.O.P. Is it sad that this is normal now?
Song Lyrics in my head:
Tell me all that you’ve thrown away
Find out games you don’t wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
I’ll keep you my dirty little sdecret (Dirty little secret)
Don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret.
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it).
My dirty little secret.