Why yes, I am a stalker.
So I went up to the school today to clear some more crap out of my locker. Woot fun. Right.
But then on the bus heading home I looked out the window and I was all like "HOLY FUCK IT'S THAT KID." Yeah, darkfox200, that kid.
There's this kid that takes my bus in the mornings. And yeah. I'm totally obsessed with him. It's not even funny.
Ok yeah it is funny. ... Well, only if you're not him. Because around spring break I went totally full-fledged stalker bitch on his ass. I now know his name, grade, elementary school, the location of his locker, what home ec rotation he was in, and what colour his braces are.
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No, really, officer. I can explain.
Name -- yearbook. Duh. Grade -- he wears his elementary school grad sweatshirt. I did manage to pass math this year, ya know. Elementary school -- what school DOESN'T put its name on its grad sweatshirts? Locker -- I had to go to the office before school one day. Not my fault his locker is right by the office. Home ec rotation -- I'm not a hermit. I know a couple grade eights. Can't blame me if they start talking about their classmates. Braces -- DUH. I have eyes.
And yeah. I was all like HOLY WTF IS HE DOING HERE YO.
And then I realized he was across the street from his elementary school. Then I was all like DUH LAUREL.
And then I didn't want a slurpee anymore because I felt dumb. And weirded out. Which was really too bad, because I have a coupon for a free slurpee. Oh well. I'll use it eventually.
But it would have been REALLY weird if he'd, like, turned and looked at the bus. Cause I swear he knows I stalk him.
But then on the bus heading home I looked out the window and I was all like "HOLY FUCK IT'S THAT KID." Yeah, darkfox200, that kid.
There's this kid that takes my bus in the mornings. And yeah. I'm totally obsessed with him. It's not even funny.
Ok yeah it is funny. ... Well, only if you're not him. Because around spring break I went totally full-fledged stalker bitch on his ass. I now know his name, grade, elementary school, the location of his locker, what home ec rotation he was in, and what colour his braces are.
...
No, really, officer. I can explain.
Name -- yearbook. Duh. Grade -- he wears his elementary school grad sweatshirt. I did manage to pass math this year, ya know. Elementary school -- what school DOESN'T put its name on its grad sweatshirts? Locker -- I had to go to the office before school one day. Not my fault his locker is right by the office. Home ec rotation -- I'm not a hermit. I know a couple grade eights. Can't blame me if they start talking about their classmates. Braces -- DUH. I have eyes.
And yeah. I was all like HOLY WTF IS HE DOING HERE YO.
And then I realized he was across the street from his elementary school. Then I was all like DUH LAUREL.
And then I didn't want a slurpee anymore because I felt dumb. And weirded out. Which was really too bad, because I have a coupon for a free slurpee. Oh well. I'll use it eventually.
But it would have been REALLY weird if he'd, like, turned and looked at the bus. Cause I swear he knows I stalk him.