Hey 64d. I'm Kenon. You know me. blah blah blah.

Basically though, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became a complete stalker.

Ok, let me set the mood for you. There's this person I see (not as in dating) every Tuesday and Thursday when I go to my 8:00 class, on the way back. Every time I see her, I have to smile. Her eyes are just so piercing, its amazing. Anyways, today I missed class because I overslept (it happens to me quite a bit). So I'm like "I still want to see her eyes though", I dunno why. So I make a random guess, at 9:25, thinking she's in a certain classroom. So I go eat breakfast and then decide to read the New York Times like I do every morning. This time though, I would read the times at an area adjacent to one of the exits out of the building outside the class.

Stalkerish enough? Yeah thats not even where it begins. I initially thought I wouldn't even see her, especially after I saw people streaming out of the classroom slowly. So I decide "Eh, I'm gonna go read somewhere else". Stupid Libya I'm thinking. Its in all sorts of shit right now, where literally the ENTIRE international segment of the NY Times was about them in some way shape or form. So I go to read the Times under the UT Tower, just because I'm tired of being where I was. So I get up and go, and I look to my left. Guess who it was and guess where they were walking.

Yeah, kinda towards the tower. So I go to the tower area and sit on a railing. Libya is getting mad frustrating in my mind here, to the point I can't pay attention to the articles (That and she's really close by talking with a classmate over something, I dunno). So I fold up my newspaper for future reading and walk back. I take a shortcut through the Business building to my dorm. I walk as the crow flies back to my dorm, jumping over little concrete dividers between garden things and whatnot. Basically, I go faster than I walk. So I end up seeing her, entering the same dorm complex I am. I had already had suspicions that she lived there: Combined with the path she takes every morning (the fact we cross) and that I saw her exiting as I went back from eating one day, I was certain now. So instantly, I'm like "OK KENON YOU'RE BEING WAY TOO MUCH OF A STALKER", so I go get a drink from a vending machine nearby. Dr Pepper. My drink of choice. Anyways, so I go back to the elevators, as I live 7 floors up, and I see the elevator she's on is closing. While waiting for my elevator, I note that one stops on floor 5 and doesn't go up for a bit. And it doesn't stop anywhere else.

Yeah I know way too much now. I'm such a fucking stalker :|

I can't stand it man, I didn't want to feel like this!

ALSO: PLATFORMED IS DELAYED

-Kenon