I Took a Nap Today....

Okay. First of all, when you have an entry on your blog called, "I Took a Nap Today," you know your life is boring.

Speaking (or would it be typing???) of my boring life, why do I even write this blog? I mean, besides the fact that I would go crazy unless I had some sort of creative outlet to spew all of my, uh, creative juice onto. (Bad visual, I know. Sorry)

I mean, it's not like anything interesting ever happens to me. Well, sometimes it does. But if I waited for an interesting event every time I wrote here, then the entries would be scarce and far between. (Is that how the saying goes? Or is it "far and in between? I can't remember right now.)

Anyway, I'm writing tonight, not because I have anything interesting to report, but just because I took a nap today.

How does this connect, you ask?

I can't sleep, because I slept earlier. Ughngngng.

This morning I had show choir. I haven't talked about show choir on here before because I don't really think it's worth mentioning. (We aren't very good, but SHHHH! It's a secret!) So I had it this morning, and, you know, it's funny. But all of the songs we are singing are Jazz songs.

I love jazz. But I auditioned to be in show choir. Blahblahblah.

I actually don't even care that much. I'm just trying to find an interesting topic to rant about for a while. That one was a failure, though.

Oh! Here's one: Story Time!

This weekend I went to the library to check out some books on Mythology (Hello, My name is Kaci, and I am a bookaholic and I've been a nerd all of my life....) (P.S. My name isn't really Kaci. But I don't want to discriminate myself, so I use an alias. It makes it harder for the police to keep tabs on my crazy, idealistic protests and the general riling up of people if I have a number of different aliases.) (Hey! I have three side comments in parenthesis now! Cool!)

Anyway. Library. Mythology books. So I went there, and right away I got side tracked by the audio books, immediately skipping over to them to find something good. (I did find something good.... Brave New World. I almost checked it out, but then thought better of it; I don't need anymore fuel for my borderline communistic brain.)

So I'm (covertly) checking out this college guy a few shelves down (books aren't the only things you can check out in a library), when all of a sudden this middle aged guy obstructs my view (and it was a nice view) by stepping in front of me on the other side of the shelf. I'm annoyed, so I move down the shelf, pretending to look at audio books. But then I see Brave New World, and it catches my eye, and then I really am looking at audio books, and not college guys. Needless to say that by the time I looked up again, any cute guys had disappeared, and all that was left was a middle aged man, a few feet down from me.

Dejected (hardly.), I decide to browse through the nonfiction section of books, in hopes that I might come across the Mythology books without having to actually interact with the librarian. And as I'm walking down the isles, (ooooh. Are you ready? I'm going to do some foreshadowing) out of the corner of my eye, that middle aged man is looking at books, a shelf down from me. Hmm. Interesting.

At this point I think I'd like to put in a further description of this man. That way, if you happen to see him at the library, you can be aware of what kind of situation you're dealing with.

He was a white, Caucasian (oh wait, I already said that) male, middle aged as I previously said. He was short. 5' 7" maybe. He also had a beer gut, but not an overly large one like some people have, you know, the kind that jiggles when they walk? He was wearing track pants and a red t-shirt, and a baseball cap (probably to hid his heinous balding scalp. Or maybe he had horns or something. I don't really know.).

I don't really think much of it at this point. I'm just looking at books. It's not like I'm in the teen/children's section either. These are big-girl books. Adults are welcome here. But I keep moving through the nonfiction section, and just so you know, it's a big section. It takes up half of the floor. I end up near the back left corner, and the man is still just a few shelves down from me, or sometimes on the other side of the shelf I'm looking at, so that I'll be looking at a book, and I'll glance up and see his (Uh, I don't want to say ugly...) less-than-attractive (although I wouldn't really care if he was unattractive. I was just kind of creeped out.) face RIGHT there. I jumped a couple of times, and almost screamed once.

Okay, so I was trying not to panic. Panicking would be a very, VERY bad thing. It's like the animal kingdom. Never show fear.

Except I wasn't 100% sure if he was following me. It could be a coincidence.... It would be quite a stretch, considering I started at the audio books, which is in the center of the library, and then went meandering through the whole left side. I decided to head to the extreme opposite of the library, and if he followed me there, I decided, well, then that meant he was probably a stalker/pedophile/rapist. *shudder*

I shuffled to the right side of the building, to the fiction section. I figured if it was a coincidence up until this point, it would be kind of believable. But what kind of a person looks for an audio book, and then browses the whole nonfiction section (obviously for something specific), and then decides "Hey, I think I'll get a fiction book too,"? ( mean, besides me. But I wasn't even looking for a specific book. I was just messing around.) The genres were just too different to make sense.

Anyway, he followed me there too. Okay, so I was getting freaked out. And unfortunately, this side of the library was much more deserted than the other one. The only other person there was a homeless guy catching some zzz's under a huge pile of hoodies and paper grocery bags. (I have no idea why the grocery bags were there, seeing as how they were empty)

Then, like super hero--is it a bird, is it a plane....? No, it's a--text message. I got a text message from a friend who was meeting me there, saying something along the lines of "Where are you?" (I know. I am also astounded by the aptitude and depth this text contained.) I almost peed my pants I was so relieved. (well, not really. If at any time I would have peed my pants, it would have been when I finally knew that that weird man was following me.)

So I found my friend and explained to him that a creeper was hot on my tracks, and we boogied to the teen room, where it would have been too blatantly obvious for him to follow us.

The End.... Or is it?

The walls of the teen room are glass. And my stalker sat down at a table with a news paper, pretending to read, when what he was really doing was watching me from over the top of it. How insanely creepy is that?!

Okay. Now it's the end. (Oh, one more thing. So you know how I said he was wearing track pants? I bet he wasn't even in track! OUTRAGEOUS.)


Did you like my story? I know. It scared me too. Anyway. I think I'll go to bed now. Thanks for reading!