ended the night sweetley chatting it up w cat and kare. (drunk kare was totally hilar)
passed out. apparently tbey called me at 2 and dan called me at three. awoke to sharp knocking…assuming their would be a drunk cecil slore at the door. nope.
it was a complete stranger KNOCKING ON MY WINDOW…”excuse me…come talk to me sweethearttt…” i was just like what? why would you knock on someones fucking window and wake them up. you think im gonna just come outside- let you in to the ALL WOMENS DORM-and give you a beej or something?!?! i was like “dude what? im so tired. im going BACK to sleep” “cmon come talk to me for a minute.” emily instructed me to be quiet until he left. “aw cmon sweetie just come talk to me” and he left.
now not only am i pissed that this douche woke me up-im fucking SKETCHED OUT AS SHIT. i feel lke he can see me and is peeking in my window. akgaekrgkalegjkaeklgraerg. im flustered. and i hate sketchy boys.
emily slept talked again about 20 minutes before the window incident.
just called dan back and he didnt answer :(
im afraid im not gonna be able to fall back asleep. i cant tell whether this is freaking me out way too much…or this is rational. but i am still seriously freaked.
ugh
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