Well, I have returned to West Palm Beach. It's pretty chilly here, a nipply 50-60 degrees. Everyone is walking around in parkas & those ugly boots with the yarn balls dangling off of them. Pussies.
My new roommate is amazing. He is quiet, polite, nice, clean(er), & black! I feel so politically correct just living with him.
However, methinks My Giant is stalking me somewhat. Last night I was coming up the stairwell that leads to our kitchen door. I always go up the stairs fast because I know there's a chance My Giant could pop up at any minute. But as I was unlocking my door I heard my old kitchen door start to open. It sticks really bad so I knew I had a bit more time to run in, & as I was closing my door in a hurry I heard my old door open. I was going to try to ignore it but he started knocking on his door (idiot). I answered him with my usual, "What?!" to which he answered with his usual, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I'm glad the past month away from each other has changed that aspect of our relationship...
Now, I had already been warned that he had dyed his hair platinum blonde. I figured this was a side effect of his hanging out with the rave/fetish kid who moved in my last week with his angel costume. But My Giant has also taken to wearing eyeliner & goth pants (the black kind with the hooks so you can attach chains. He wasn't wearing chains though). The first thing out of his mouth when we started talking was him asking whether I had decided to transfer next semester or not. Then he asked how my break was. I told him it was fine, but didn't give details. Then he started talking at length about his break & going on & on & on. Then because I hadn't mentioned or reacted to his appearance (I didn't want to give him a reaction because I knew that's what he wanted), he pointed it out to me. I then went over to my old apartment to see that he had been given some furniture, & it wasn't half bad. Then he showed me pics on his camera from his break...
Everyone in the pics was wearing fishnets, pasties, thongs, hooker boots. Basically everything you'd expect from people who go to raves & fetish parties. I couldn't tell who was a man or a woman. There were pictures of a girl I know topless (he said they're seeing each other & she wants to have his kids. Suuuuuure), as well as a random girl asleep in his bed (when I asked if the asleep girl knew he took her picture, he said no but that they hadn't slept together. Still? Creepy).
Then he asked me what I was doing later. Shit. I need to have a stock answer prepared. I said I was doing nothing. Shiiiiiiiiiit. He invited me to go with him to meet up with some girls & smoke hookah. I told him ok (WTF ANDREW?!) but I was going to drive separately. Luckily he texted me & said they cancelled but I could come play X-Box. I told him ok, but fell asleep instead.
When I told my mother about how he pounced on me while I was coming up the steps, she said simply, "He was watching for you." Damn it. I was talking texting Alexis & she said she thinks he is just trying to corrupt me just to drag me down. All I know is I'm gonna be careful, walk quickly, walk quietly, & hope for the best.