A lighthearted blog about my stalker.

I have another blog. It is secret and just for my family to read. I generally use it to keep them updated about school and my plans for the future and the occasional vent.

A week ago, I posted about how rude people on my floor were. I was kept up until 3am because they were blasting Friends for hours. That shit had to be pretty loud to go through our main door and into my room. Also, they have a door slamming problem. I'm not sure if you know this, but a door slam sounds a lot like a gun shot. Imagine that at 5am in the middle of your slumber.

Someone from school found this and wrote nasty comments to each entry. This particular one was, "No one lives just to satisfy you. Get over yourself."

I looked on my tracker and this person had spent FIVE HOURS reading all of my past posts. And if that isn't creepy enough, this girl approached me when I was checking my mail at 2am last night and started asking creepy questions like, "Do you ever go out?" and when I gave her a confused look, she said, "Oh, I'm not checking my mail, I'm just investigating."

Investigating what? Me?

So I put my blog on lockdown and everyone who viewed it had to have an account. This person went out of his/her way to make an account "Mrspock101" and view even OLDER entries from two years ago for two hours.

I guess you aren't popular until you have a stalker. I'm flattered someone cares this much about me.