You know, early morning Saturday classes go against the laws of nature. I have accounting at nine o'clock in the morning--this morning, half asleep, I managed to convince myself that it really started at nine-thirty. So, I was thirty minutes late. As if that weren't enough, while I was sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for my cousin, this guy sat at the table next to mine and said, "You drive a blue Chevrolet, don't you?"
"Yes, a Cavelier." I replied, hesitantly.
"Man, that car moves fast. I was trying to keep up with you last week, and it was impossible"
Little alarm bells went of in my head at that point. He was following me? Home? Doesn't that seem a little odd? I kept talking to him anyway, because I didn't want to seem rude. He introduced himself as Eric. The conversation got really weird from there. Eric mentioned that he'd been noticing me in school for the past three weeks, and had only now gotten a chance to talk to me. Creepy. He wanted to know how many classes I take, which I suppose is normal enough. Then, he wanted to know where I lived. I mean, he'd practically admitted that he had been following me last week. And I'm supposed to just give him my address, and hope he doesn't show up with a gun in the middle of the night? I was almost pathetically relieved when my cousin showed up just then.
GSFU was supposed to have practice today. We went to Peter's apartment complex (peter is our new lead singer, hopefully), and waited for him. And waited. And waited. We waited for an hour and a half, paging him every fifteen minutes, before we finally gave up. He called Dirk at 7 that evening to tell him that he'd broken down on the way to Jiffy Lube to get a tune-up.
Well, that pretty much guaranteed that the rest of the day was going to be irritating, since both Dirk and I were on edge. We argued quite a bit. Just as we were making up, when I was dropping him off at his house, Krisco came up the road. I looked in her car when I noticed it. She looked scared, and was trying to avoid making eye contact. She passed his house, and didn't come back. The road she drove up is a dead-end, and she doesn't know anyone who lives up there (I think), so she was probably hiding, waiting for me to leave. Is she really that frightened of me? I hope so.