February 26, 2005
Doh Blah Dee, Doh Blah Da
Well I do declare Life Goes On, and Boy am I glad it does. Stalker status has decreased dramatically (it is about freaking time), and I am currently employed! I play soccer whenever I can and I am generally healthy and happy! That is all.
January 12, 2005
Opera and a Sign From Above
For Christmas I got a palm, and the other day I was registering it and all that jazz, and there was this offer for two free audio books (to be downloaded to my palm). I was browsing the books to choose from and I came across "He's Just Not That Into You." I was so excited because I had seen the guy who wrote this book on Opera (now don't get the wrong impression of me I hardly ever watch Opera, this was probably the first time in a year), and I heard him talking about his book and it sounded really interesting. So I downloaded it and I have been listening to it the last couple of days. I am not saying that it is the best book and that you all need to go buy it because you shouldn't. I got the whole jest of the book from the first chapter, and it was good information. I just don't think that it should have been made into a whole book, or at least not as long of one. But it has made me really understand guys better, and it totally makes sense. So all of this is just a intro for my story, or rather my one good thought for the day.
So I have this stalker guy who won't leave me alone, and on Monday I saw him in my Anatomy class, the first class of the day for the new semester, it was not a good start. So as soon as I see him walk into this large lecture hall (350 seats) I promptly dropped my head and started reading the syllabus and all the other crap the teacher had for everyone. A minute or so later I see familiar sneakers walk in front of me, I felt like swearing, but I didn't I kept my cool and kept pretending I was reading. I didn't dare look over for fear he might see me see him, and I couldn't have that, because then I might have to talk to him or something. I finally looked up when the teacher started talking, and I could see far enough out of my peripheral vision to tell that he wasn't too close to me, which was really good. After the lecture was over I got out as soon as I could and didn't look back until I was in the safe confines of the library (I have never ran into him there, it is my safe haven).
Next day, Tuesday, I go to anatomy with no sighting of my stalker. I breathed a sigh of relief and thought that maybe he wasn't able to add the class so he just stopped coming. WRONG!! Today, Wednesday, I am in class early and am minding my own business, when I glanced up across the room and saw the tall, black coated stalker. Just my luck. I opened my textbook and started reading. Sure enough thirty seconds later sneakers walk by. I really almost began to cry this time, and even worse, there were only two seats in between us. I could smell him and it was making me sick, if there would have been seats open I so would have moved.
As the teacher was still talking I started to pack things up and left before the teacher could finish uttering "we will finish this up tomorrow." Three minutes later I was in the library getting ready to type my friend an e-mail that I had thought up while I was holding back my tears. "She's Just Not That Into You!" It was perfect, I decided that I was going to write a pamphlet or something not as long as a book, with my brilliant title. I merrily typed the e-mail to my friend including the events of the week.
As soon as I finish my pamphlet I am going to mail my stalker a copy. Anonymously of course, I don't want to be too mean....Or for him to know my address.
So I have this stalker guy who won't leave me alone, and on Monday I saw him in my Anatomy class, the first class of the day for the new semester, it was not a good start. So as soon as I see him walk into this large lecture hall (350 seats) I promptly dropped my head and started reading the syllabus and all the other crap the teacher had for everyone. A minute or so later I see familiar sneakers walk in front of me, I felt like swearing, but I didn't I kept my cool and kept pretending I was reading. I didn't dare look over for fear he might see me see him, and I couldn't have that, because then I might have to talk to him or something. I finally looked up when the teacher started talking, and I could see far enough out of my peripheral vision to tell that he wasn't too close to me, which was really good. After the lecture was over I got out as soon as I could and didn't look back until I was in the safe confines of the library (I have never ran into him there, it is my safe haven).
Next day, Tuesday, I go to anatomy with no sighting of my stalker. I breathed a sigh of relief and thought that maybe he wasn't able to add the class so he just stopped coming. WRONG!! Today, Wednesday, I am in class early and am minding my own business, when I glanced up across the room and saw the tall, black coated stalker. Just my luck. I opened my textbook and started reading. Sure enough thirty seconds later sneakers walk by. I really almost began to cry this time, and even worse, there were only two seats in between us. I could smell him and it was making me sick, if there would have been seats open I so would have moved.
As the teacher was still talking I started to pack things up and left before the teacher could finish uttering "we will finish this up tomorrow." Three minutes later I was in the library getting ready to type my friend an e-mail that I had thought up while I was holding back my tears. "She's Just Not That Into You!" It was perfect, I decided that I was going to write a pamphlet or something not as long as a book, with my brilliant title. I merrily typed the e-mail to my friend including the events of the week.
As soon as I finish my pamphlet I am going to mail my stalker a copy. Anonymously of course, I don't want to be too mean....Or for him to know my address.
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