creep follow-up

Lindsey, you win*.

Sorry to the rest of you (and by that I mean David because I was very disappointed only two people deemed it necessary to share).

I know there's more creeper stories out there. Together, I think we can all pull through this and find a light at the end of this creepy tunnel. We can try to act a little more socially acceptable alone in our rooms, and stop stalking people.

Ha. Who am I kidding? Carry on.

Since I promised, my ultimate creeper story goes as follows:

One night my dear friend Kendra came to pick me up. We had no set plans, deciding instead to make them up as we went. It of course makes sense, then, that when she pulled up to my house in a large, white, 15-seater van, we went with that. It was the ultimate creepster van, and even had curtains and blinds we could pull down to be MORE creepy. We decided to stalk people.

So off we drove into the relatively safe city of Cedar Hills, looking for our first victim. Since we still had some common sense, we decided not to stalk any girls who were alone. Upon reaching our destination (the high school), Kendra and I noticed two acquaintances of ours heading to their cars after a debate tournament of some kind. Picking our unsuspecting friend, Nicco, we proceeded to follow him home.

Somewhere into his neighborhood he became aware there was a white van following his every twist and turn. Still, he proceeded to head to his home (something I'd probably not recommend), and when he got out of his car to walk to his door, Nicco walked slowly and with a very suspicious look at our van. Our van slowed to a crawl while we watched him enter his house (at this point his friend had showed up too, so thank goodness he wasn't alone), and then we proceeded to screech off into the night.

A creepy job well done, and an incredibly fun memory. I guess a few days later Kendra decided to come clean and tell Nicco it had been us, and it turns out Nicco's family had been out of town (which made him twice as scared), and he slept with a knife under his pillow that night.

So... I don't recommend this, kiddies. Let's not scare too many people, shall we? Keep the creeping to your rooms and through the computers, yes?

Also, I hope you all had a wonderfully merry Christmas yesterday! I know my day was delightful and informal. Staying in with my family and never changing out of my pajamas was the best decision ever.



*I don't really have a prize for you except for a virtual pat on the back. So... *pat* ...there. 

creepster.

Nothing like being the absolute biggest social media creep alone in your bedroom before you've even stepped from the comfort of your bed to make you realize you're doing something wrong. And you're super creepy.

Like super.

Someone should probably sedate you and send you to an insane asylum because you're legitimately creeping yourself out.

It's definitely possible (and even probable, in this day and age) that everyone else out there is just as much a creep as me when it comes to this kind of thing. If that's the case, then I guess everyone being creepy makes no one creepy. Right? Right. We'll go with that.

Also, in the lovely meander that was my creeping on the internet, I came to the realization that my writing is not as good as I think it is. Perchance you remember me bring this up a while ago, when I talked about my diminished smarts since I've began University study? Well, it hit me again and this time I'm going to recommit myself to putting more effort even into my blog writing. As fun as it is for you to read what comes out of my head in near stream-of-consciousness, I think this will be an improvement for you.

Back to the creepy (we can't stay away from this for more than a minute with me). And the awkward, while we're at it (we legitimately can't get away from this ever with me, and you'll just have to accept that).

Before you go assuming I've handed out candy to children from a white van (though adventures of me and white vans have their own story, I'm telling you), I'll just come right out and admit (while still keeping it vague, because I'm creepy like that) I stalked someone's blog.

Wooo, big deal, I know, I know. We all do this in this generation. In fact, we're so creepy it's no longer abnormal to be called "followers" of others. It's become general slang and widely accepted for us to announce, "Oh yeah, I follow her." What?

The key to my creepiness being more creepy than you "following" me and reading my blog at this very moment comes in the knowledge of WHO I was stalking.

And that, my friends, will remain a mystery.



PS If you felt so inclined to share your biggest "creepster" moment in the comments, I wouldn't object. I might even pick a winner and also share mine.