Stalker @ MindSay

Usually I complain about how uneventful my life is and blah blah blah well this time its different. This weekend was the weirdest one I've experienced yet mainly because I have a stalker. I'm not joking, this guy was calling my house and texting my sister's phone (both of them) looking for me, he even knocked on my door twice but I never told him where I lived. He likes me waaaaay too much. I don't like him and I've tried several times to let him down gently four the past 3 days but he's not getting it at all. At one point he went nuts and started cursing me out and saying he didn't need me, I just brushed it off cause I wanted him to go away but then he keeps texting me after and I'm like aren't you done? Don't you have better things to do now that your through with me and then he goes right back to creeping me out and saying that he really really likes me and he doesn't want to get hurt and blah blah blah. I am capable of being rude, most of the time its unintentional but I can't manage to out right manage to say "fuck off!!!" because wouldn't I have been leading him on??

In other less creepy news I found my former best friend from elementary school. We used to be inseparable until the summer after 4th grade when I was accepted into an advanced middle school. I cried all the way up until I got in the classroom. Middle school held some of the best memories I have and that was the last time I had any real friends (I have Brian but he doesn't count cause I lose track of hi after about 3 months or so). I'm glad she found me on facebook, now we can text and catch up, I know she's not the same girl I used to know but I feel like I still know her. And, I believe I found a new person of interest. Now I have to find Desiree, she was the most annoying best friend I had and I loved her to bits. I've known her since first grade and she was in my class every year except 6th and 7th grade. I hate moving, you always lose people, memories and things.

If I ever found out that certain people were spying on me again I swear on my own life that I will drastically change things forever.

If not, then consider this a promise if it ever happens again.


I think I just get paranoid when people without blog posts suddenly comment on my posts as the first thing they do when they sign up, as if the only reason they signed up was to view my blog. I can't be that paranoid?

After school yesterday my friend, Sianna [pronounced Shawnuh], and I went to Helena to catch a movie.

Ok. I figure I better start with some background information.
There is this guy, Keith, that is like obsessed with her. He is fat, had a bagillion zits, and is just plain crazy. I hate him. >.>
Well anyway. He asked her out and she said no. He freaked out on her hardcore. Like yelled and screamed....total freak out. She blocked him from everything....myspace, facebook...etc.

We were in Mr. Tux trying on prom dresses....and guess who walks by? Yeah. Keith and his friends.
Ha. I pushed Sianna into a rack of dresses to hide her....assuming he wouldn't recognize me. Scary. So we put our dresses back and booked it out of the store and across town. Kid is FA-reak!

Then we watched the movie, Taken. I HIGHLY recommend it. It was amazing. Non-stop action has you at the edge of your seat. SOOOOO AWESOME. Im going to buy it when it comes out for sure. It is about this girl who gets kidnapped by a sex trafficking group and her dad comes and saves the day, single-handedly!
EPIC!

When I exited the theater, I found a voicemail on my phone from my friend, Jordan, who has a crush on me and wants in my pants basically. So the voicemail said that he had an urgent question about my boyfriend, Austin. So of course, I called him....no knowing what I was in for.
I called him....
He said that there are DRUG DEALERS wanting to beat the shit out of Austin because he apparently is snitching on them! Austin doesn't even do drugs. :/ Neither do ANY of his friends! I stopped almost a year ago and I have never bought from anyone in that area so how would he know a thing right?
So I flipped shit.
I told him that if he didn't fix that situation, I know some meth heads that will beat his ass, no questions asked....they owe me.
He immediately texted me saying it was all ok....so was it all a way to get me to break up with Austin or something? Because his friend was in the backround telling me to break up with him.
I was so mad. But you don't mess with me. I have scary people behind me.
Jordan kept sending me text messages all night apologizing up and down. I think I made him pee his little pants. :]

I always manage to stalk cas and andreux through Latest Comment.

I AM JUST SO ATTRACTED TO YOU GUYS THAT I EVEN HAVE TO READ ALL YOUR COMMENTS.

Here's a weird one for you. On Friday, I was working my last exchange shift. This put me in Eden Prairie...a standard suburb. Well, I worked there all day and got off at around 5:15pm. I got in my car and plunged into horrendous traffic to take me back home. Shortly into my drive, I noticed a piece of paper on my floorboard on the passenger side. I thought it was odd, considering I keep my car very clean and I had dropped my lighter over there that morning, so I know it wasn't there then.

 

I couldn't reach it while driving, so I had to wait until I got home. When I pulled into my driveway, I reached over and picked it up. I unfolded it and it said: "Call me at XXX-XXX-XXXX" That was it. Call me and a phone number.

 

My first thought was--"how the hell did this get in my car?" and my second was "creepy."

 

So I went in the house and told my mom and then I called the number. Justin says I am an idiot, that I shouldn't have used my phone for the call....and maybe he's right.

 

Okay, so I get voicemail. It's a guy, there's no name, and he sounds like he's strung out on something. I didn't leave a message, I just hung up. About 20 minutes passes, and then my phone rings. It was the number.

 

I didn't pick up, just waited and, sure enough, it went to voicemail. After a moment, I listened to the message. The guy is named Tyrone and his message was eerily awkward. He kept repeating himself and speaking hesitantly, like he couldn't think of what he was saying. I played it for my mom and then shrugged it off.

 

Then, about two minutes later, my phone rings again. Once again, it is Tyrone calling. I ignored it....again and he left another voicemail. This one was a repeat of the earlier message, prompting me to wonder what kinds of drugs is he on that make him forget he just called and left that same message. Except, when he reached his rambling end, there was one major difference. This time, Tyrone asked if he could keep my number in his phone and wanted me to call and tell him that it was okay. *shudder*

 

Yeah, so Tyrone is a kook. I find myself very glad that I am no longer going to be in Eden Prairie, cause clearly, he knows where to find me there.

 

As to how the note got in my car....well, there are two possible explanations. One, he came by and dropped it in while I was eating lunch, because I had my windows down then. Or two, he slipped it down through the door frame, which Justin thinks is possible.

 

I don't know and I don't care. (So that makes me both ignorant and apathetic...hah!...gotta love West Wing). I have added Tyrone's number to my reject list on my phone, so he can't get through anymore. I am not really scared or freaked out, mostly because Tyrone sounded so stupid it was hard to work up an irrational fear of him, so for now, it is just this weird thing that happened one day. Let's hope it stays that way.

 

My buddy Jason has ordered me to go out and immediately buy a can of pepper spray to keep on my keychain. He says the neighborhoods I work in aren't safe for little ole me. Sigh. He might be right. I'm on it, J.