The Creep Saga

 

It’s a new semester here at my University. That means new teachers, new classes, new opportunities, new friends, and new residents in my dorm building. Only a few people moved out last semester so there aren’t that many unfamiliar faces.

However, with this new semester also comes a new special someone in my life. He’s a new resident to the building, possibly new to the school, I couldn’t really tell you. At first when he would come around while my friends and I hung out in the lobby, we didn’t really notice… He was new, he’d want to try to make friends. The weird thing, though, was that he didn’t really talk when he came around. He would just sit and listen, not trying to really socialize. Now, I’m not trying to say that not talking when you’re in a new group of tight knit people is the wrong thing to do, I get it, I’m shy too.

Eventually he started speaking up, which is fine. However, it wasn’t about anything substantial and instead of talking to the whole group, he only talked to one of us. That’s all good and well… you know… make one friend, then more… I get the method.  He never really branched out that first night though.

The next day I was helping an RA in the building make a bulletin board, and my friend Jessica was around. He came down stairs, got some candy, saw us, then disappeared. I thought he just went up to his room, as we were at the main entrance to our building. A few minutes later, though, he comes through the main entrance…

I think it was in that moment Jessica and I realized that he stares.… He just watches you as he walks past. I mean that’s a little creepy, but ok, maybe it’s just something he doesn’t realize he does…

It got a little weird when he came in and out a few times… but no big deal. We finished up, and headed to the store to pick up some odds and ends before the new semester started. Jessica mentioned to me and our friend in the car that he was a little creepy, and that he had kept staring at her when we had been talking. I had to agree… I don’t like being watched, so I definitely noticed when he stared at her. 

This is how it seems:

 

None of this sounds really weird, I get that. He’s just a new guy who doesn’t have many friends who just happens to stare at people… Things got weird when we got to the store. I say that we had discussed heading to wal-mart when we had been downstairs, and that he had more than likely heard us saying where we were headed.

We were in the front of the store waiting for our other friends to arrive, and it had only been a minute or two when he walked in…

Now this could easily be a coincidence, fine. It’s still a little eerie, though.

We didn’t see him again for a couple of days, but whenever we’ve been downstairs, whether to get water, or hang out in the lobby he’s been there.

He’s even creepy about mooching off of people… My boyfriend just had his birthday and he got a ton of pizza from his family as a gift. He had managed to eat his way through to the last few slices over a few days, and brought some over to eat. He was down to his last piece when this happened:

Maybe he’s not creepy, maybe he is. I’m standing my ground, though, and I’ll keep you updated.

Glacial Retreating

I’m sick today, and I remembered a cartoon I drew in class last week when my professor was talking about global climate change, and how the glaciers are melting away….

Enjoy!

Hide the Fire!

 

When I was 11 my best friend, Joy, was having a sleep over at her house.  It was just Joy, our friend Ashley, and myself. It was a pretty typical night. We created dramatic situations with dolls, that probably resembled One Tree Hill or the old soap opera Passions.

Also, we played truth or dare. I do remember one dare from that night in particular. It involved duct taping cheese slices to my leg, and then our friend Ashley pulling them off with her  mouth… 

In our minds it looked something like this…

It actually happened like this….

(I was NOT that hairy, by the way, and there was a lot more cheese than that! It did talk, though.)

By the time we had taped what we figured to be “enough” cheese, it had started melting due to my body heat. This was also before any of us learned what shaving was… Needless to say it was a bit of a hairy situation. Instead of her pulling it off with her mouth it was decided just getting it off of my legs was optimal. After that we decided that it was time to quit playing.

This is where the night takes a turn for the worse… We had wanted to go camping originally. However, for whatever reason we hadn’t been allowed to or it didn’t pan out. That didn’t deter us. After midnight at some point we decided that we could still have our camp fire.

By George we could use a candle!

But wait, there’s more! Not only could this candle be our camp fire, but we could roast mini weenies over it! The one little flame didn’t suffice, though. So we, of course, decided that putting a bunch of matches and starting a fire in there would work!

Well it didn’t, and we were pretty disappointed that the mini weenies weren’t actually cooking.

We were even more disappointed when the glass the candle was in decided to break, taking half of the candle with it, and sliding onto joy’s carpeted floor.

That was a bummer. It also really sucked when that patch of carpet went up in flames.

What did we do, being logical 11 year olds who had only been taught to stop drop and roll, at this point? Pour water on it!

Unfortunately that somehow made it worse.

Logically, the next step to putting it out was to grab joy’s hair dryer and blow on the fire. Duh. You blow out birthday candles, right? Same thing.

Burn, baby, burn, Joy’s room inferno! We were panicking at this point, and of course we didn’t wake her parents, because we wouldn’t want to get in trouble! Finally, in the commotion, Ashley grabbed a towel and threw it on the flames, stamping them out.

(There wasn’t actually a towel length of fire, it just seemed that way.)

The room was filled with smoke, the most we could do was open the window to air the place out. We put a bean bag chair over the patch of burnt carpet, and when Joy’s mom came in an hour or two later asking what that smell was, she answered “We lit a candle”.

That patch of carpet stayed hidden for a couple of years, however her mom found it and had to get the carpet replaced.

The moral of the story? LET US CAMP!!!!!!