These two.
| A: | I'm going to bed. |
| Me: | Don't go to bed! |
| A: | Why? |
| Me: | Because bed is for wieners. |
| A: | ... I'm imagining rolling over in bed and there being thousands of hot dogs. |
So we just got an email from campus police and I found out that the guy that was following me last night is actually a registered sex offender. So I am now 90% sure he wasn’t actually trying to sell me drugs. I also now feel completely justified about feeling uncomfortable with the situation, with continuing to walk as he kept trying to approach me, and for calling the cops after it happened. I hate that, as women and young girls, it’s so socially ingrained in us to be afraid when unfamiliar men approach us. But honestly, when shit like this happens, I remember we have a reason be scared. And I hate that too.
I was walking around outside because I had to return a library book and it’s really nice out, so I decided I would walk the long way back and some guy started following me and was like “excuse me, miss,” and I was like uh hi and kept walking because I obviously didn’t know him so meanwhile I was having this internal freak out because there was nobody around and I was like shit, nobody would hear me if I screamed and I keep walking and he keeps following me and then he was like come here I want to show you something and that’s the first time somebody tried to sell me drugs.
Microwave burrito at 3 am… Not sure what meal I would even call this, but it’s delicious.
I only have one final paper left, but I have been avoiding writing it not because I am not prepared, but because when I finish it that means I am officially done with my junior year. Which would make me a senior in college. Which is terrifying.
Planking on a sliding rock in Death Valley.
This lovely song is stuck in my head.
And if you’re in love, you’re the lucky one. ’Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
