It's official. I'm a freak magnet.
I think there must be a sign somewhere that I'm missing. I mean, seriously! It's like, a non-stop friggin train of freaks that seem to think that I want to hear their life story!!!
It all started last May, when creepy stalker Phil and his friends wandered on to my floor in Gold dorms and then all the sudden BAM! Everywhere I went, there was Phil. I managed to get rid of him when Obnoxious PA Matt decided to sit down next to me in the cafeteria in early June, and the only worthwhile thing he ever did for me was get rid of Phil. Then so Matt suddenly started appearing EVERYWHERE and I realized he was annoying on like, minute 2, and then consequently thought I liked him (newsflash: i didn't. i was just using him. not like that! and he was the worst kisser ever and I probably should have punched him.). So, I somehow manage to avoid the freakshows for July and August last year, but welcome back in 2005, and voila, the freaks ensue. Freak incident #1 happened when I met a guy from games who was sitting with the merch people and he mentioned he was from minnesota, so I said I was from wisconsin, and then he was like "did you know that you wear the same uniform (the retarded boy scout uniform) as the people in camp snoopy at the mall of america?" really. thanks, I've never heard that one before, considering this place is owned by the same company as camp snoopy at the mall of america (and also valleyfair, dorney park, michigan's adventure, geauga lake, etc). So, thank you captain obvious, I know I look retarded. (and any minnesota people, if you can now picture what I look like and make a comment, I will punch you. as soon as I see you. heehee).
Freak #2: I was waiting for the bus the other day, and had been sitting there for quite some time waiting for Heather (my roommate) to get done with work, and I made the mistake of asking someone what TIME it was, and lo and behold, I end up hearing his story about how he twisted or sprained his ankle when he was in the Marines, blah blah blah. Lesson of the day? Never ask for the time.
And finally, freak #3 on break in the caf yesterday (for my measly half hour because everyone else sucks), when I'm trying to eat pizza in peace, and end up having to hear some random lifeguard bitch and complain about the parking restrictions on the 4th of July. I wouldn't know. I don't have a car, thank you. So, if I have a sign somewhere that says "FREAK MAGNET, COME TALK TO ME IF YOU'RE A FREAK!!", please tell me so I can REMOVE IT.
And now, I'm going to go eat my frozen pizza in peace. Only eight days of work until I get to go HOME!!!!!!!
- posted by L. @ 12:40 AM