Dude. There's a disclaimer. Read it.

They say that the female half of this earth have the ability to hold grudges for the longest time. I know I can. Earlier today, I was really pissed off at so many things. I don't know what set me off, but something just did. After walking back from Kathy's, something just sparked...and I couldn't help but ranting like a raving lunatic about how this world wasn't very fair. So when I arrived at Unit 1, I couldn't bring myself to call Cliff just yet. There was a smoking fire spilling out of my head. I took a walk several times around the buildings, attempting to lower my heated anger. Eventually, I gave up and gave Cliff a call. Immediately my anger subsided. I guess it's the fact that I was thinking about something else that pushed the anger away.

Do apologies exist? Only when people expect them. Personally, I rarely do feel apologetic.

I had a stalker. Well, I believed he was a stalker. At first, I thought it was all natural. Ya know...like...random person wants to meet random people. But then it was at the point that he decided to say that he knew someone I knew, but he refused to say who it was. That immediately set me off. Then I started ranting about the injustices of this world. Unfortunately the day after, I felt guilty about it. And a bit regretful. Uf. Usually, I go that way when I want to test someone online to verify that they weren't just in for the "pleasure". I mean yeah, I prefer intelligent conversation over dumb, superficial conversation consisting of oic or oh. Yet these tests push some people to the limit. Sometimes, they backfire and make the tested more interested in me. Weirdness yes. The stalker barely passed the test, although I didn't explicitly place it out in front of him. So it goes, yes?
So his favorite color was red. At first, I joked that going on the Berkeley campus meant that he needed to be anti-red. I don't think he understood. Several hours later (after my roommate had told me that the stalker probably got my sn from my page; although really later I checked that my bio got the entire sn messed up...so it wasn't possible), I became obsessed. Red symbolized a lot of things. Love, anger, happiness, hate. The extreme emotions. With last week's tragedy, I started thinking. Blood. Well, during the summer, I had remembered the vow that I had made. That promise that I never wanted to keep. Throughout the day, I believed that finally the promise was going to be broken. It was better to take the easy way out sometimes. Perfect opportunity, I had though. Then someone will get caught. No point of pleading for my life either was circling through my brain.
So, yeah that didn't happen. The stalker didn't come to Berkeley to murder me. But as a result of those thoughts, my paranonia rose. Or was it my overactive imagination. During the morning, I made sure nobody was following me. I began planning of ways to evade a follower. From movies, I learned that darting into alleys and then hitting the stalker with some kind of metal rod would do some good. When I opened tht door to my apartment complex, I waited for the door to close and securely lock. Then when I left, I walked quickly to my destination. Just in case...someone was following me.
So, nobody was following me. Nobody is dumb enough to devote that much attention to following me around campus. At the beginning of our conversation, the stalker warned me, "Might want to curb your enthusiasm". At the time, I took it as a mild threat. If I was too enthuastic, I could be hurt in some way...to lower my enthuasim. So this is what I get for being analytical. It was a threat though. People rarely live up to the threats. Besides, I have recieved a lot of "I will beat you up" threats in middle school. Did I ever get beaten up? Physically no. I must admit I forgot about the entire spectacle by the time I went to CS61A lecture. No, I don't take 61a. I was just there...for kicks. Nostaliga had overwhelmed me when I stepped inside. I could smell the fresh scent of Scheme. I also fell asleep just like I did last semester.
I brought Tram and Kathy to my apartment. :) It was cool.
But then, right at that moment, the stalker called me. I started decrying about how the day was threatening to me. I became a lunatic. Then he told me to ask my roommate about his existence. That was the moment that everything became crystal clear. Plunk. My roommate told me that he was the guy that came by earlier today. The Krispy Kreme. Made sense, of course. But then I remembered that I refused to take any donuts because I thought they were tainted...with...some blood. There's my overactive imagination at work again. Well, I remember stuttering to the guy that Linda brought over in the day. Oh yeah...then I was depressed over my CS hw and I wanted to be left alone. So there it comes back...the meals in the DC last year. That's where I learned to eat fast.
Then I got hung up over the entire stalker thing. I wouldn't stop talking about it for nearly an hour. Good thing Kathy and Tram never complained once. Blood! My thoughts were screaming! BLOOD! "Oh his car is red," my roommate had noted.
Nonetheless it really boiled my blood. Oh lest the term! I mean yeah, he rarely talked about himself. Very characteristic of stalkers. And way too...blunt with observations. Who knows. Oh yeah, he must be reading this now. Told you so. That's why there's a disclaimer.

Oh yeah...got his ip number. [172.138.90.***] :) Don't mess with the geek girl! I educated Kathy and Tram on what to do if they got stalkers. They know better now.