I'm sorry.

I feel the need to apologize for my recent entries being a little choppy. I have been slacking lately. I don't have the most action packed life. So, I will pour myself into this blog and it may not make sense. But, it's a blog. It doesn't have to make sense, be grammatically correct, or completely factual.

I saw my stalker today in the Cafeteria and he was staring at me. But, since I was turned around I didn't have to worry about him getting sexually aroused at the sight of me eating an ice cream cone. But, yes he is still fulfilling his stalker duties.

I am worried about Halloween. I haven't done costumes in years and not only am I wearing a costume... I'm wearing a skimpy one at that. All I know is I can't let myself drink to much in that outfit. I will get raped. It wouldn't be too hard either. I'm attending three parties and they are on three different days so that is a lot of action. I am also getting volunteer hours to hand out candy Sunday night on campus. No dressing up for that. A French maid costume is just a little inappropriate.

In English class on Friday we had to rate peoples papers from best to worst. Well the papers had our names on them, so ratings can be biased. I ended up with a 4 on mine. I knew I wouldn't have a 1 because Brian Casner is an amazing writer. Yes, mine was rated the worst. I think it wasn't judged correctly. Mine was the right length, in MLA format, edited by my friend who is amazing, and was pretty mind blowing. I gave bad marks to the people who didn't write the three pages; because that is not fair. Then I gave bad marks to people who don't know MLA format in English 1020 because they are failures at life, and then I gave bad marks to people who use this as a thesis statement (This story is called "A Rose for Emily" and was Written by: William Faulkner.) Really? I had no clue. I honestly think the reason I got bad marks is because I'm a "bitch". I don't talk to people except the select few I was already friends with, the only person I'm nice to is those few and the teacher, and I mean mug people who ask stupid questions that hold us all in the class.

One of the girls in that class is crazy. I honestly think she has serious issues. She is extremely loud and talks about the nastiest things. If someone had already told her that we didn't want to hear it, she'd still go on and on and on. Then I found out that she lived in my building. I was in the lobby with my friends and we were having a conversation about what we want done with our bodies after we die and then I felt this little tap on my shoulder. "Hey, I didn't know you lived here, which room do you live in?" I honestly didn't want her to know because she is loud and I don't want her to try to knock and ask for a cup of sugar or dryer sheets. Then, I said,"I don't want you to know where I live." Then she said, "Want to hang out later?" and then I said, "I'll probably be busy."

At least, I was honest and she was in the group next to the one that marked mine. I'm sure she said something. Oh yes and did I mention that there were no comments or corrections on mine? After revising it again I realized that it was kind of sexist towards both sexes and that everyone in that class except for a select few that get me probably think I'm a bitch.