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Rainboots

Today was an adventure. Not only did i strangely wake up chipper when my alarm clock went off, but i didn't fall back asleep. Alright, that doesn't happen. So I got ready, I even put a scarf on to spice things up and some zebra rain boots. Because every girl is required to wear rain boots if there's a chance of rain. Duh, it's like the rules of feminism!
The rain boots came in handy because the weather was like a sack of soggy dogs, it was ruff. teehee. But really, walking two miles while rain is being pelted in your face is a fun game. Whatever I totally deserved a red velvet molly's cupcake with vanilla frosting on it. As I was sitting in Molly's with my friend Spector, I noticed two men sitting at a desk next to us. It looked as if they were in a deep, serious conversation. Then I saw it. A Bible. As Spector and I casually chatted about all our nights that ended in regret, confusion and copious amounts of vomit- These men were praying for us. They had the Bible opened, hands clasped and prayed out loud for the safety of our souls. I wish I was kidding. But I guess all the prayers couldn't exactly do their "job" because unfortunately, Spector is from Skokie, an obvious Jew.
Then the boots came into play again later when I walk into my discussion class and lookie there- stalker man! I had honestly thought (and prayed, SO hard) that he had dropped out of school; I hadn't seen him staring me down in almost two weeks! Well he popped up again when I walked into class. Before I could even sit down in my seat he told me he liked my boots. Clearly, anyone in their right mind would like my boots. They're zebra and sassy. But he liked them, so I just knew this situation was going to get worse. As my teacher handed back our midterm and paper's, I looked up at the screen and saw my full name. yes, first AND last night glowing from the projector. HOLY SHIT. My stalker couldn't do anything only knowing my first name, but now he has vital information that could seriously jeopardize my life!! The only reason my name was on the screen was because I got a good score and my teacher wanted everyone to recognize me and congratulate me. Absolutely brutally awkward and unnecessary and again, life endangering. But even that wasn't the end of it. I answered a question with as much thoroughness as I could and my teacher asked if everyone agreed with my answer. Instead of everyone just mumbling some sort of approval, stalker boi stated loud and clear (while burning a hole into my face), "Her answer was perfect". Alright, that's gotta stop.
So, if he's somehow tracked me down on google (there's a really nice picture of me holding the 2nd place state soccer trophy fighting back tears), this is awkward and it's not about you!!! LoLz!!


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