so last night I got two emails from my stalker.

The first one was talking about how he and one of his mail order bride candidates have been having a discussion and he's pretty sure she's not "pure" but she claims she is. Then he said that all he wants is a woman to be a virgin, marry him, sleep with him, not divorce him, and cook for him. He then went into a really big discussion about what makes him so eligable for marriage and he sees girls with husbands and boyfriends and he knows that he's better then the men so he doesn't understand why he can't find a girlfriend. He then went on to say he wants a Chinese girl because if he gave any American girl his requirements, she wouldn't pass. (All American girls are sluts)

So I was kinda ticked by the time I got the second email. The second email said something along the lines of :
if you don't want to continue recieving my emails then reply and tell me so. I send you these because I thought we could be freinds, but I know I can expect nothing from you.

Burnanted.

So I sent him a response, (with the wonderful help of Kim and Erik) so the affect of:
"I hope you have a nice life, buddy"

so that's it, I hope. Yesterday was a really scary stalker day---I want to give a special shout out to Meghan for saving my life-- because he was waiting for me in class and I asked Meghan to stay with me--luckily!! and I "worked really hard" on my survey and so he started talking to the only other girl in the room...asking her for her email...etc. Unfortunatly there was no way to stop it, it was like watching a car crash, but you couldn't do anything. We wanted to scream "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" But we couldn't. Luckily she was mean to him, so mean that he left, and we got to tell her and make sure she never opens them. Poor girl. Then we all snuck out the back way.

I would show you these emails, but Orangemail's down.

After a really relazing afternoon (I needed it after that) we went to movie night at Shaw, ordered a pizza, and watched "Mean Girls". This morning we had fencing (Dear myself, please learn to fence, signed, me) and we attempted Florentine. Those boys are MEAN. Mostly because I can't fence...but yea. It was fun though. Then Mike ditched us and Jason and I were upset because we had been looking forward to eating real food downstairs all week (there's no real food up here anymore) so we went to Sadler anyway. Real food. wow!

And now I'm sitting here complaing about the stupidness of Syracuse with Jason because that's what I do.

I also sit around hoping my stalker's not going to kill me for breaking up with him...