Well--because of the switch over to Worlds, ya'll [my lovely Otaku friends] missed the bulk of last week; and, thus missed the commotion of my stalker. Yes, I do have a stalker now, and not just me and another friend of mine messing around saying that he's 'stalking' me...no this guy really is trying to get me. He's the new kid in the middle school that's attached to my high school; and, 'cause my school is small, high and middle schools have to be together in the building. Now that's all good and well, generally my class won't give them the time of day; but, alas, we have art class with them. I know, I think it sucks, too. Anywho- The first time I talked to this seventh grader [I cringe at the mention of his grade, sorry all you 7's out there, I don't hold your youth against you...] I was threatening him because he was calling a good friend of mine 'fat and ugly'. I do believe my exact words to him were: "If you don't shut up and stop making fun of her, I will not refrain from using bodily force to get you to close your mouth'. I ignored this kid for the rest of the week. Then last week, I get a note. A love note. From him. It was disgustingly juvenille...my friends laughed and wondered if he put: 'if you like me circle yes or no'. Which he didn't, thank God. Then he drew a picture of me. It was hideous looking. I just smiled, at this stage I was still kind of flattered. Kind of. And then I told him that I wouldn't be his girlfriend. He looked like he was about to cry. I felt bad and went and called toxictherapy and had her make me laugh so I'd feel better. The next day, he told his class he was extatic 'cause I actually talked to him. He wrote me another note telling me that he wanted to be my friend, but that didn't stop the fact that he still had feelings for me. Ugh. Then I got another note [this is all before lunchtime, by the way] that said, and I quote: "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do to get what he wants, and what I want is you. I want to know what you like." I nearly choked on my soda when I read it. My lunch table passed it around under the table and each took turns reading it. I was passed the 'flattered' stage by now and into the 'thoroughly creeped out' phase. He then drew me a picture of my mother. And gave my mother a hug. My mom was a little upset. This was just turning really creepy really fast. I told him it had to stop. I also made the teacher in the room cry, because she was proud of how mature I'd become and apparently what I said to him was just so good... And then, it stopped for a while. I was excited. Then, I doomed myself. I left my G2 bottle in the English room. He asked his classmates whose it was. They told them it was Ink's. He drank from it...then tried to give it back to me. Thankfully it got thrown away before it even reached me. Then, today I had another G2, and he was dared to drink from it while I was outside of the room working on an art project. My friend, [I believe I've called him 'Muffin' before] came and told me about this dare. I was livid. I all but ran into the art room, both guns blazing, and laid it into him. Told him this was innapropriate and had to stop. Hopefully it will stop. If not I have several people who are more than willing to beat him up for me.

But, that's been my adventure for the past two weeks...

I'm thinking of actually uploading art to this site. GASP! I know, it's been forever!! But, I'm a little self-concious of doing it...so I need advice: Who wants to see the mug-shots I drew of my classmates...? Comment and let me know.