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Aug 20, 2008 3:02am

Well, since the blog got deleted due to auto-logout (Curse You!) I get to type it again only not as long. Fun.

Anyways, now that I'm done procrast--- err... getting my homework finished, I suppose I want to recount a particular event of today.

I'm used to being home alone. Normally I have about an hour to do whatever I want before the parents show up and today, miracle of miracles, I was actually doing homework with that time. In the middle of my essay writing, the doorbell rings.

I'm no stranger to doorbell ringings. Sometimes there's a package, sometimes mom forgets her garage-door opener and has her keys away from her, sometimes I need to scare off the little children that think I want to play with them, normally it's no big deal whenever one of these happens. Today, while not a big deal, was different.

I drug myself up from my office chair, walked to the door, opened it up expecting to see mom by the way the bell was rung, and instead I met someone VERY different. Picture if you will, the hobo version of Chris Rock. This guy had it all, goatee, suspicious religious paraphernalia (the guy was loaded with crosses and santos), and a over-filled blue backpack. My suspicious-character senses were tingling, yet I'm not rude enough to slam the door in his face, lock up the house, and call the authorities.

Turns out the guy was actually doing an honest business, painting Address Numbers (I could see one of his recent jobs right across the street... not too shabby if we want to give him something to his credibility). Both the parentals are away and I'm not going to use my personal money to surprise them with a new address number, so I kindly declined.

The guy then tryed to haggle with me, dropping his initial price of 40 down to 5 bucks (pretty sweet deal ran through my head, but I still declined). I again told him no and started to back myself into the house.

This apparently flipped some sort of switch for this guy... we'll just call him Creepy Guy for the remainder of the blog. Creepy Guy gave a sort of reluctant "goodbye" before suddenly changing the subject. It is at this point that I regret being a polite person and not slamming the door. He began to sort of rant about something that was definitely not related to Address Numbers... something about him being accused by some people of sleeping around... by Zeus I-DON'T-KNOW... I tried to pretend to listen while slowly inching my way back into the house.

Granted, the guy wasn't angry, he merely changed the subject to something very, VERY awkward. As soon as he finished he changed the subject again, after knowing I'm flat-out pretending to be broke , and asked if I wanted to buy a stereo system from him. My mind said "Screw it", I bluntly told him we already had a surround sound system (not a lie) and I closed and locked the front door while simultaneously making sure every other door was locked as well. I then stared through the peep-hole of my door and watched him (thankfully) leave.



Hell if I ever answer the door again. Sorry if you forget your keys mom!



That aside, I just finished a few huge assignments, I've got the rest of the night to myself, I'm going to probably try and get started on Tokala's pic for our trade (advance apologies if it's not as good as your pic!), and I'm planning on relaxing.


Hopefully Creepy Guy makes it somewhere way the hell away from me.

Till that day......


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