Creepers

Okay, since I don't have any fabulous decorating ideas at the moment, I thought I would share a story... So I'm patiently waiting at the bus stop one block from my house and this guy comes up to me and starts talking to me. I like talking to strangers and talking about whatever keeps us occupied. So we're talking about school, work, the weather blah blah, and then he starts asking me about my roommates, and I told him that I had one roommate who was a girl, and that needed to be specified because he asked if I was living with my boyfriend. Then he starts rambling about how his dad kicked him out of his house two days ago and he just moved in with some people looking for a roommate. I was intrigued by this, for one, because how do you find a place in one day?? Anyway, we get on the bus and he sits next to me and we continue our small talk. He then asks what I do for fun and I replied, "normal college student stuff". He then assumes that I mean "sleep around" and flat out stated, "so that means you sleep with a lot of men and get drunk all the time?" and I was like whoa buddy, "no". After this he continues to talk about sex! Telling me how hes not a "player" (ha, really you should see this kid) and what not, but he did have one or two one night stands (by this time I'm looking around the bus at peoples' faces to see if they are listening to this shit, while I'm trying to give this crazy kid the hint that I don't want to talk to him anymore). He continues to say that hes not "dirty" (yes he used this word) and he knows for a fact because he got tested twice. Okay, I'm so not giving this kid the vibe that I want to talk to him, this means that I'm looking around and fidgeting, and he still doesn't get the hint and keeps talking!! I'm kind of embarrassed that I'm sitting next to him, because I'm pretty sure people on the bus were thinking really bad things. So anyway, my stop comes and I get off the bus really fast. It has been a few weeks now and I haven't seen him, but last Thursday I did. I thought I saw him walking towards the bus hut but I wasn't sure so I kept waiting. He stops of course and starts talking to me (Note: he wasn't even waiting for the bus, I swear he is walking by through out the day looking for me) and then my bus comes and he wants to give me a hug before I leave. I was so freaked out and looked at him really disgusted and he just stood there with his arms open waiting for me to hug him! I kind of put one arm around him (eww I can't believe I did that) and the bus took off! I ran screaming after the bus and as the bus drove off past me I kept running; while he was yelling at me to give him my number so we could hang out sometime.

Okay, I'm so totally grossed out by this situation and I'm afraid to wait for the bus in fear that I will see him, or he will see where I live! What the hell am I suppose to do?? I was just trying to be nice to this guy that came up to me and started talking. Why does this happen to me? Honesty, why?

UGH!!

This post has nothing to do with interiors. Today was such a great day.. NOT! I was heading to the gas station to fill up my tank and then head to the library, because I have soo much homework due tomorrow. As I finished pumping my $35 bucks worth of gas, the girl next to me brought to my attention that something was spilling out of the bottom of my car. I walked around my car and saw that gallons of gas was pouring out of my tank onto the ground. I ran into the gas station to tell the guy at the cash register what was happening. He immediately turned off all of the pumps and called the fire department. I had someone help me push my car away from the spill and waited for the fire fighters to arrive. Turns out that my lovely piece of shit car has duck tape covering a hole in my gas tank, and it has proven to fail its important duties. My car is a salvage, which proves to me that the people putting my car back together, had no idea what they were doing!! Everyone at the gas station was freaking out and pushing there cars away from mine without turning their engines on, and on top of that the cashier was freaking out on me! I called my dad to meet me at the station so he could help me decide what to do. We sat and waited for the gas to stop dripping and drove it to our family mechanic, and now I am carless for at least 3 weeks, and hundreds of dollars out, including the $35 I put in my tank that is now on the ground :-( What a wonderful day!