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The Stalker

It was Thursday of last week that I met my stalker. He came from out of the woodworks, a shy little fellow- yet uncannily creepy. He followed me out of the doors as I began my walk home, and then he asked me about my day just as I was about to put my earbuds in. See right there is where I should have know this guy was problematic- do not disturb someone as they are about to be swept away in there own world of music! Well he continued to talk even though I clearly had other goals in mind (country music was calling my name), and ended up walking me far away from where he needed to be (oh yeah, he told me where he lived). I thought ok, maybe this guy just needed to talk to someone today- maybe he just needed someone to listen. I'm all for listening to random people's nags and needs, but if it happens more frequently it becomes a bit of a hassle. See it was only four days later that he popped up again- literally waiting for me outside of our lecture hall. He decided he needed to see how my weekend was, and tell me how "blacked" he got at tailgate. Rough buddy, we've all been there don't pretend to gloat about it. As i began to part ways, while (again!!!) putting my earbuds in, he casually decided he'd keep walking with me. Did I mention, i actually have no idea what is name is. All I know about him is that on the first day of class when we were suppose to share something that would amuse my teacher, he did not amuse me. His idea of "amuse" was to just throw out there that "right now he's homeless and living out of his car!" I mean, i was a little uncomfortable. Now I have a homeless stalker that I have to see every day of the week (Friday excluded- thank you baby Jesus) because I realized today that he is in not one, but two of my classes.

P.s. In the process of creating a fake-boyfriend, in hopes that the stalker will get the hint. Meep.
Good times, good times.

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