stalkers

The title speaks louder than words. If I find other people checking me out at the gym; I think I’m either going to metaphorically shit a brick, or throw one at someone. I’m not an object, nor an attractive one, and I’m certainly not a piece of meat to be stared at, when I’m at the my weakest moments. And by weakest moments I mean the time that I’m getting changed. And besides, it’s not like I’m showing any more than 50% of my skin at any given time anyways.

The point is, take your eyes and avert them elsewhere as there are a lot better things to look at. This includes all people over the age of 50, and under the age of 21. None of which should be looking at me anyways; but then again those are the only demographics that I seem to attract (at least the ones that are dodgy and mostly pedophelic).

Anyways, you’ve been warned!

What’s more enjoyable than going to get some food late at night at a 24-hour food joint that cooks food incredibly fast? Well I can think of a few things but it’s totally cool for a loser like me! Check out how ghetto those pictures and stuff are; it’s awesome. We saw four police officers too whilst going there!

What does it look like on my walk into campus? Well I practically live on campus but I’m still technically off campus! I walk through the residences because it gives me an opportunity to be non-anti-social, in otherwords social. I might just run into someone I know (unlikely) but it’s worth a try. The sun shines beatily down on us as the crispy air trickles in our nostrils, yearning to infest us with sicknesses that plague the student body.

There have been a rash of attempted rapes, kidnappings, date rape recently, and I’m sketched out. I’m more vulnerable than a skinny-skanky girl in this town; *shudders*

So I’ve been really slack lately but that’s because there are tons of exciting things going on. Tomorrow I’m waking up the earliest that I’ve woken up since May, 07.00. It should be illegal for people my age, but at any rate it’s because I’ll be working at the Open House that we are holding for prospective schools in the Martimes region, so my boss is a drama queen and all stressed out so it filters down onto us.

Last weekend was exciting as I went to the Pub with Rohseen and Crystal, and I had a little too much to drink, and subsequently made myself throw up to feel better about sleeping. The morning after was death and I’ve never had a head-ache as badly as I had that one right there. XX( As I always say, never again (at least until next Saturday!)

I wrote a mid-term on Monday and it went much better than I thought, but unfortunately the Stylistique mid-term came back and it was an unpleasant surprise; but I’m talking to the prof about it, the crazyness and unexpectedness of it.

So what’s all this about a stalker you wonder? Well here’s the skinny. On Saturday while I was chez mes amis, we had some letters being dropped off at the door as what we thought were pranks. I thought it was Hussian, so I responded to it with a snide pun, and we got letters for the next few days. It creeped out my friends and I enough that we called the RCMP, and yes there’s a stalker. We’ve more or less been under “lockdown” and I’m avoiding this house as much as possible in fears of bad things. :`(

What does this equal? More paranoia on my part, and sms’ from the RCMP on my mobile asking if I’m alright. At least they are looking out for me, I wish I could say the same about my roomates, who continue to neglect to lock the door and respect the safety of several people in the house. :**: Further to this comment, rude remarks, manipulation, and general immaturities are making living in such a place incredibly tedious. I really don’t know what to do, or how to feel, but I can’t be so discrete anymore about my discomfort, because without me doing anything it’s affecting other people.

My advice? Grow up. :-/

Rosheen and I went to the boy’s rugby match last week and I’ll be posting a video from it, for those who have never seen rugby. It was cool but in the rain, mostly because she was stalking one of the players who she thinks is out of her league. She needs to just jump on that horse (not literally), but she’s too shy. Work on that girl!

In other random news, I have the photos from homecoming finally so they are posted as following and above. This was during the game, as well as the “excitement” post-winning. It’s really not that exiciting, but I guess we can post this as being “non-habitual”, don’t hate me!

Apart from all this nothing exciting is going on, except for our Big Stop in Aulac trip which I’ll write about in a bit.

So as I walked home down Kirk Street, the single most sketchy street to walk down at night, I came home to find the doors unlocked, and all the lights in the house on. What is up with that?

Recent developments point to the fact that I have a stalker in Sackville, and as well as being stalked at a house that I don’t even live at! Is there no security in the world yet? I’ve talked with the RCMP and there isn’t even anything that anyone can do.

So this is a message to the wise; tomorrow I’ll write more stuff here but as of right now. All people in the world, lock your doors, close your blinds, lock your windows, because there are some creepy people and creepy shit goin’ on worldwide.

I mean; stalker leaving notes and such and my housemates neglecting basic security…

Severely not impressed; not in the least!

Attention to all, I am on the move as of noon tomorrow! I am going to Lyon to meet a friend of mine who I will stay with until Saturday, how cool is that?

The train ticket only costs 23.40€ per way with my student discount, but the downside is that it’s a 5 hour long train ride (apparently). So I will just bring some homework that I can do while waiting. The guy at the train station was a pain since he was German and didn’t understand hardly any French, I wasn’t even going to try English with him. haha

I got attacked by another band of teenager/child-like foreigners in the mall today. I was going there to see if they have any luggage stores, but they don’t and as I was walking past a café they called me over for help or something, and then progressed to try to feel me up and whatever. What the hell is so attractive about a guy who didn’t shower yet, and was wearing jeans and a black fleecer? It’s totally messed up, but at least they weren’t asking me for money. Eventually they asked me for directions, and I gave them it and then ran away, as I’ve learned asking for directions is the way that French people ‘pick-up.’ How sad!

Anyways, right, Lyon tomorrow. Let’s hope that I don’t miss my train stop and I get off at the right time, and such! Haha. Apparently I will get tours of Lyon, and Saint-Étienne, so rock on me! I hope I don’t starve, and sad but true but I’m going to binge on McDonalds food soon since I’m just really pathetic and I don’t want to buy more food! Go team me!