Shake My Booties

and bored out of my mind. This seems like a good class, but the teacher just jumped right in and hasn’t stopped talking since. Ugh. At least he said all of our assignments are going to be in class

Tonight Shorty is going to drive to London to pick up T.M. (check terminology link) and bring him back to our place for the weekend. I am definitely not comfortable with this. She has only been texting him for 2 weeks, tonight will be the first time she meets him face-to-face, and he’s spending 2 nights in our suite. She was even mentioning him staying with us until he finds a job in Oakville and a place of his own! Not happening. I told her that he will not be staying with us past Sunday, because I don’t feel comfortable with it. I’m going to putting my suitcases in front of my door when I’m sleeping so he doesn’t come and kill me in the middle of the night (paranoid much?). Shorty also basically pimped me out for smoke breaks telling T.M. that I could take him out for smokes whenever he wanted, and then told Stalker that I would, basically, be her bodyguard! It’s nice to know I’m useful I guess.

So T.M. is coming down tonight… he better watch out because one wrong move and I’ll boot his ass out. 

I’m starting to feel like I’m Shorty’s mom, really. As I was telling her to put her phone away and stop text messaging every five minutes, I seriously heard MM’s voice coming out of my mouth. The exact same words she has used with me. The exact same tone she has used with me. It was bad. Shorty seems to text T.M. every 5 minutes. If I hear the beeping of an incoming text message from her phone one more time I will break it. I’ve asked her politely to put it on vibrate (since she always has the phone with her and will feel it if a message comes through) more times than I can count, but she hasn’t listened. She was texting him till past 1230 last night! *smashes head into wall*

But I mean really? This is a little too much, too fast. Shorty thinks that she can handle herself but I highly doubt she can. She’s very naive, and I doubt she knows what she’s getting herself into. I mean I know that there are success stories of people who have met online and have gotten married and lived happily ever after… but I don’t think it’s gonna work that way. First time she meets him is tonight. And he’s spending 2 nights in our suite. Where is he gonna sleep? Her bed? The floor? Where?! 

And apparently now, she’s going to be going to the movies as well, so she’s probably going to be getting home late. Awesome. So what that means folks, is that I have to stay up till they get back so I can meet this guy before I go to bed so I don’t have a panic attack or horrible nightmares. This happens when I’m stressed out, or having anxiety issues (which seems to happen way too often for me). 

Other than my freak outs with that, nothing much else has happened today except that I found out that Jordan knows Stalker from when she took Tourism and Travel. Apparently, Stalker ended up going to the pub then smoking up with some people and came to class, where she proceeded to throw up all over the desks. gross. And Jordan thinks Stalker is weird too

That’s it I think, until I post tonight after meeting T.M.

Later days!