Saturday, February 28, 2009

   kfgzew
Question mark mood= starving, little tired, bored, dread.

The dread comes from how badly I know I did on my practical. I should've studied. And I did bad on my Chem quiz. I got a 'B' on the Relst test and I'm hoping for a 'B' on the History exam. If I get a 'B' on that it'll almost be worth flunking the two Science things. I know I couldn't of possibly gotten an 'A'. Not when 40% was an essay on the religious implications in Song of Roland. It was holy battles, I didn't know how to make it more clear than that. It was so striaght forward.

Ooh, and in Biology lab we're starting a group research experiment. Normally I'd be super psyched, but my partners don't like the class. And this is an area where I'm ambitious, not that you could tell from my practical grade, so I want to do big things like minor gene manipulation of guppies or predicting gosling gender before hatching. So, yeah, I have no idea what we're going to do. It has to be really simple.

My practical was horrible because I didn't study. To make it worse my mechanical pencil broke the second I tried using it. I used it in Chem just before and it worked fine. I put more lead in it to be prepared for the practical. I push down and all the lead comes out. And then it doesn't even make that clicking noise that the pencils do. It just broke. So I wrote the who practical with a piece of lead. Horrible.

Here's an article about the connection between doodling and memory: click

That's why you artist people are so good at school. :D

And I said I'd talk about my stalker. So, I guess I will. All I'm doing is procrastinating doing a quiz, studying for an exam, and doing research.

I was in 7th grade, it was very close to the start of the year. My friend, Kelly, had this boyfriend. So the first time I met Devin it was just a quick passing in the hall. Kelly just said that his name was Devin. I said hi, and that was it. He was a class ahead so I saw him maybe once or twice the rest of the year. I never really noticed him because I would talk to Kelly. He was just sort of there. I guess he noticed me though. Halfway through my eigth grade year I see Kelly in the lunch room. Something's different. I was pointed out by another friend that Devin wasn't with her. I sort of shrug it off. People break up all the time. I was slightly surprised since they had been dating a year and a half, but still didn't think much of it. I actually thought she dumped him. I was wrong. Kelly told me that Devin dumped her so he could ask me out. I was more than a little surprised. I had seriously only spoken to him that one time over a year ago.

I felt pretty bad. I didn't know if Kelly was mad at me for this. I assumed she was at least a little. That's human nature. She never acted on it and soon got a new boyfriend. Last time I checked they were still together. They might be married now actually. But anyway, back to the stalker.

So, Devin never asked me out. I was really glad about that because I would've rejected him big time and I wasn't sure how that would've gone over with my friends. Either I was too good for him, so too good for them in a way, or I was a good friend not to date my friend's ex. Junior high is needlessly complex.

He didn't ask, but he was always around. Soon I started noticing him following me around the school, always trying not to be seen. He'd be staring me down as I talked to the boy I liked all through junior high. When I didn't find him following me, I would find his friends following me. If I wasn't me I could've ended up being girl number two to be raped and killed in the school woods.

But I am me. Here's a hint, you don't play games with Regnavi. He wanted to play the psycho game, I could play the psycho game.

I dropped out/kicked out of school in October of ninth grade. Before that happened I ended up being placed in the same art class as one of my stalker's friends. It didn't take long for me to turn him to my side. He was a karate boy so I used our relation of fighting to win him over. In other words, he wanted to test my nerve. When the teacher stepped out he went to hit me. I didn't flinch and stared back at him. He thought that was awesome, and creepy (my eyes are piercing). He spread that to the rest of his friends and suddenly they all realised it wasn't funny what Devin was doing. They still followed me, but now they wouldn't try hiding. I would come out of the girls' bathroom and at least one of them would be waiting outside for me. They'd say sorry and walk with me to class talking about how creepy this was now that they knew me.

In October I started having disagreements with the faculty. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was no longer attending school. I needed to get Devin off my back for good before then. And my oppertunity came. Devin had looked up my phone number earlier. He called but always hung up before anyone answered. I guess he saw my williness to be friends with his friends as a weakness. He called, the phone was handed to me, and I played games. No one sounds exactly like themselves on the phone. Machines do that. I guess in his state my stalker forgot that. He said I didn't sound like myself. I told him because I wasn't. There were three of us. One when to school up north a little. She worked for the CIA. One went to boarding school in Maine. That was who he was talking to. The girl he was obsessed with switched places the other day when I came home for the weekend. I was going to switch with my CIA sister. Be careful, she's a sniper and good at it. She likes to wear black so you'll know it's her and not me or my sister that you like so much. Oh, and she's protective of us both.

The next day I went to school wearing black and wearing a lacy black cape. No one thought twice about this since it was October. People all over were starting to test pieces of their costume. Devin didn't realise this. He really believed it was another me, a killer me. It scared him so bad that he immediately stopped all stalking actions. His friends thought it was brilliant. My friends, well, I didn't tell them what was going on the last few months. I didn't want to worry them. They found out that day. Kelly felt really bad for letting him near me. He was crazy, she didn't know. A couple days later I was out of school for good.

And that's my stalker story. Just be crazier than them and they leave you alone.
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