Creeper-2; Aimee-0

And so he strikes again.

After a long break and breather from the creeper- he finally found me and made another attempt. And sadly, I have to admit- he was successful. I was officially creep-ed.

I don’t know, maybe he has a tracker on me because he usually strikes on my off days, like last time, today was an off day.

I am tired, not here and definitely not motivated to move on with my day. My morning went smooth, but as the day progressed I hit my crash way too soon- especially with the understanding that I will be on campus until eight tonight.

So I’m in the newspaper office/newsroom with my list of stories that are due. I look at them and let’s just say that I am not excited at all, but I decide to get the easiest stuff out of the way first.

The easiest assignment being my blog entry for the sustainability beat. But yet again I am hit with a wall and I don’t know what to write about for this darn entry- so I look for inspiration.

I’m on the computer trying to get inspired. Looking at the news feed, upcoming events, other blogs, videos- anything to jolt this writing monkey in me to get started and type away on the screen. After watching my 15 millionth video and reading my 20th article, let’s just say that I was not inspired.

Maybe it’s today. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe I am just overworked and exhausted. But I am just not on my game and my head is no where near focused.

So I zoned-out on a you tube video on unemployment- I have no idea how I ended up there, but I do know that it has nothing to do with sustainability. But as I gained my sleepy-eyed gaze on the meaning-less to me video, in comes the MIA creeper.

He says hello and how he hasn’t seen me in a while. Then out of no where he starts braiding my hair! I am creep-ed out and I don’t know what to do.

He finished and says “there you go” and walks away.

What the heck. It was like a sneak attack that went so well for him, but so terribly horrifying for me. Let’s just say his voice is soft, squeaky and raspy- with a lot of heavy breathing through his mouth. That alone made the entire experience ten million times worse.

I immediately took out the braids and attempted to shake to creepy feeling. It didn’t work, sadly.

Mr. Creeper you are good. Too good. Consider me officially creep-ed to a new level.