stalkingtopher

WELL.

i guess i can finally say it here.

meredith and i have been stalking topher twiggs all semester. though i'm sure the majority of those who are reading this already knew this.

our original ideas for The Big Endstravaganza fell through, so we had to settle for climbing into heather & karissa's giant pepsi....box....thing....yeah....and standing in it outside the doors of the art building, waiting for sarah dignal to lead him to his stalkers. melissa jo gave us the code "suzin just got out of the shower" (that's another story) and we prepared ourselves. we giggled a lot, meredith accidently caused the camera to flash, and it blinded me, and then we could hear digs and topher giggling as well, and finally he lifted the flap and meredith blinded him (and me) with the camera. then we got embarrassed and scrambled out of the box. oh gosh. the most normal thing i've done in awhile.

we stood around and talked for a long while. we got homeless lessons (dumpster diving) and shared a few little stalker anecdotes. it was very cold and dignal turned blue and purple. we gave him a chucky doll in what can only be dubbed "the ark of the covenant" which we received earlier in the day from the quadfrosh (jordan stole my chuckies, jon stole one back (unasked, mind you -- of his own accord) and jordan gave the other back in a gold spray painted fancy box that looked like the A. of the C.). we told him he was getting it because it was creepy in a stalker way. he opened the box and looked shocked. bliss.

a lot of topher's mannerisms reminded me of my li'l brudder, adam. adam, i miss you. sort of. for now. you should be friends with this guy. yeah. okay.

brian whirledge showed up (much to mere's excitement) and more visitin' and they decided to get handy andy donuts and we bid them adieu to run off to hodson for our final performance. but first we stopped at the boy's townhouse and mere and digs donned the box and we tried to get ahold of cromer to sing him happy birthday, but alas, he was not home. i'm sure tim was amused though.

the box walked to hodson with melissa and i drove digs car to hodson. i was able to park and run back to the midway mark and walk over with them. we approached jon's room (lights were on, people inside, yessssss). we banged the window with the box and the lights went out and jon, billy, and tony came to the window. we butchered the NEW "jon's straight" song, and then chatted for a while. je...someone we'll call "J-Tiz" showed up in nothing but boxers and scorned our modesty. we gave him a dutch present. 80 minutes worth, in fact. chat chat chat, said goodbye. went home -- we were locked out. we'd left the door unlocked on purpose, and neither had brought keys. i banged the door real loud and heather woke up and let us in. sorry, heather. you're the bomb. SHOUT OUT. thanks for letting us in, and thanks for letting us steal and abuse the pepsi thingy. and thanks for the chucky dolls way back when.

gosh, if it weren't for the suitemates it would've been a lot harder to make a lot of other people's lives more interesting. you girls are WORLD CHANGERS.

yaaa-aaaa-ay.

i'm tired. i'm going to go finish yesterday's movie.

The End.

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