i wrote this in word during class... that's why there are cool things like capital letters... crazy
You know, it’s really better when I’m not given the opportunity to interpret anything. I only hear/read what I want to hear/read. I meet the description, so part of my brain decides that it’s about me. At least I realize that it’s probably not. And it really shouldn’t be. It’s a nice thought, though.
But that involves thinking about things that I shouldn’t be thinking about. And I tell myself I don’t want to.
I’m a liar.
As of this morning, in at least one aspect, I now feel like a little less of a stalker. Thanks to a random email response to another random email, I now know things that I already knew because I’m creepy and like google. But now it’s less creepy that I know.
That really made me sound creepier than I am.
Okay, I really had just found my horn teacher’s blog when I googled his name. But now I got it directly from him.
It’s not that creepy, is it?
I don’t try to be….
So I’m trying to figure out why I care so much about the info I came upon the other night. Okay, so I guess I’ve known why I care… I mean, I found out about some… err… disturbing habits of someone I liked a lot and for whom I had a lot of respect. But I think I feel betrayed. I trusted him with a lot. And he’s not who/what I thought he was. And he takes advantage of some of the privileges he has because of that trust.
Is it bad if I really want to catch him myself so I can bitch him out? I’m not okay with any of this, but I’m not going to just go turn him in, especially having seen nothing. But if I caught him, I’d let him have it for myself. It’s not like I would go straight to our supervisors or anything, but I can guarantee he’d see a side of me he’s never seen before.
Ohh what an interesting week it’s been…
SALSA DANCING TONIGHT!!! Squeeeee!