Stalker Alert!

No, I'm not being stalked. I am, in fact, the stalker in question.

Confession time: I have this weakness for pretty-boys. And when I'm bored in class, my attention tends to wander - and what better to occupy my time than stalking - I mean, OBSERVING - people around me?

Take today, for example, in chemistry, when we were reviewing basic math and unit-conversions. (P.S: I'm a chemistry whiz-kid, and knew all of this three years ago.) Being in the back row provides an excellent position for stalking, and who should be sitting in front of me, right in my line of sight to the board, but a pretty blonde boy with gorgeous blue eyes?

Muahahaha.

Bored as I was (and having recently watched Sherlock Holmes online) I decided to infer as much as possible from what I could tell about Blondie. I won't go into the details now, but I certainly reported them to Emily :D and we decided he was a freshman (from the brand-new backpack and copious, overly-neat notes), not too concerned about appearance (from the wrinkled T-shirt and worn-out shoes, not to mention three or four days of stubble), a nail-biter, and possibly a math whiz (he never touched his calculator but managed to get all the right answers before the prof.)

This is where the fun part commenced: once class let out, I stalked him to his next class (math or a foreign language, since he disappeared into the Wallace building) and deduced that he was from central Kentucky (by the accent) and probably an engineering or mechanics major (from his phone conversation with his friend? girlfriend? mother?)

I'm not a creeper... really, I'm not...

Okay, maybe a little.

Fear Uz, For We Is Ninjaz.

I know this may astound some of my devoted fans, but I am not the most graceful person in the world.

Despite this, I happen to LOVE wearing super-tall heels, and am actually decent at walking in them (well, better than Emily, in any case.)

Anyway, Anne and Emily already have a reputation for their mad ninja skillz. And when I say that, I mean lack of anything even CLOSE to ninja skillz. Last year they tried to sneak up on David when he left his door open - except he heard them coming all the way down the hallway. Something like this: "thump-thump-thump-OUCH!-giggle-giggle-shhhhhh!"

I consider myself a little more ninja than they are (mostly because I wasn't there that time) but when I'm routinely falling down stairs because of my shoes, I feel like I can't talk. :( But it's not like I could just NOT wear heels! That would be a total waste! They'd feel all neglected, and besides, how ELSE am I supposed to be taller than Anne? (And my rapidly-approaching-six-feet-tall brother, for that matter.)

Oops.

Guess who hasn't posted anything new all summer? (Good guess!)

Sorry! But I'm back in the dorm, and therefore the Dorm Room Rant is being revived. Classes start tomorrow D: but it's great to see everyone again, and my new roommate is super cool, and life is good.

Well, except for the fact that we live on the fourth floor of a building with no elevator.

I know what you're thinking. "Why would you go and do that, Joelle?" To be fair, it wasn't entirely my fault. Last semester when Emi and Anne and I were signing up for new rooms, they were like, "Hey, let's move in to Burnam (which is the all-girls dorm) so we can have sinks in our rooms!" And I thought it could be a cool idea, so we went ahead and did it.

But then about a week later, I started having second thoughts, and we decided to come back to Sullivan after all, except there were only a few available girls' rooms: two in the basement and a whole bunch on the fourth floor.

Now we would have been totally okay with living in the basement, except Aliena and I aren't roomies anymore, and we all wanted to live on the same floor, so we needed three rooms in the same hall and therefore had to move onto the fourth floor. Which was okay - until move-in day.

(Sorry, everyone who I press-ganged into moving my crap.)

Anyway, I'm gonna have some killer legs by the end of the year. Hopefully.