So, in the wake of my post about family and all of it's fuzzy wuzzy benefits, it seems my sister didnt like what I had to say. Fair enough. It may have been harsh, but it's the truth, and it's something that doesn't get a lot of air time in this family. So, she promptly unfriended me from facebook and livejournal. Which I thought was kind of funny. Then her friend proceeded to hop onto FB, hands madly flailing at the keyboard to deliver me this;

"I want you to know that you're sister is one of the best people I've ever met and you are nothing more then an immature little snot who can not and will never appreciate those close to you that love you and want only the best things out of life for you. That being said there's no point in responding to this because you are off my friends list and I will not acknowledge you again."

Yeah. I'm the immature one.

Did you know that it is utterly impossible to function in real life without the internet? The two worlds have been so tightly intwined, that without internet access, you are utterly fucked.

Like me.

I cant get assignments done without the internet. I cant submit them without the internet. I cant contact anyone without it. Im so screwed, its hard to believe. I feel like I might as well drop out now because a month without home internet access will put me so far behind, I might as well just forget an education untill next year.

On top of my crippling lack of internet, I have to deal with stupid stalker kid. He just pops up all "Hey, I stalked you here." And despite me telling him multiple times to stop, he continues to pester me. The other day, I was eating lunch, had the phone to one ear and a headphone in my other, and he just sits right down, insisting that he'll wait for me to get off the phone. I tell him to leave, he says he'll wait. I tell him I'll be a while, and he says he's just going to go get some food. As soon as he is out of my eyesight, I get up and tour out of the caf, unfortunately, the wrong way, so I have to navigate the basement to the other side of the cafeteria, whereupon I go to security.

I tell Security Man Mike about a few of the incicidents with this kid, and he takes me across the hall to the guidance councillors. We arrange that I'll come back after my test to tell them what has been going on. Instead of going back through cafeteria where I would have most certainly been accosted, I took the elevator to the fourth floor, and found my teacher. I explained to her that I didnt want to have to fend this guy off, and could I walk with her through the caf. She says thats fine, and gets her stuff ready. We walk down stairs, and through the caf. The class is just on the other side of it. I sit down outside the class and the teacher tells me that she just has to go to the bathroom. I turn to one of my friends, Amanda, and start to explain that I've been having a problem with a stalker and within seconds of the teacher leaving, he swoops in from around the corner.

He had clearly followed us through the caf and waited for the teacher to go. He's all "You bailed on lunch" And I go "Yeah. I had somewhere to be." Then he goes on to say we can hang out then, so I tell him no, I've got class. He insists, then doubtfully asks if he should go. I tell him yes. He says he'll email me later.

During my meeting with the guidance councillor, I explained that this had been going on since about mid-november. He first followed me out to the bus stop and harassed me a bit thee, despite my obvious discomfort, and that he had been popping up ever since. I told her that he has repeatedly asked me out on dates and I've politely, firmly and rudely told him that I dont date. I've asked him several times to leave me alone and to stop telling me that he stalked me places. Councillor lady told me to change my e-mail. Sorry, but thats not happening. I have an emotional attatchment to the e-mail Im using.

I told her that he usually takes me by surprise because I often have my headphones on and even if I dont, I dont pay attention to the people around me. She tells me to keep my headphones off or turn the music down. It doesnt matter. My headphones are high quality and block out noise without even being on. We called the police and I told them thsituation. Penny the Police Officer said that they cant do much, and to try to get his name internally before they can give him a warning. So I gave security Man Mike that I have his e-mail and his first name, and that he told me his program once but I was in fight or flight mode, so I didnt quite cog it.

My personal e-mail appears on my ocas account and Im pretty sure on my school profile, and since he's using his rpg e-mail to actively harass me, there is probably a good chance that he is using it with ocas. So Security Man Mike tells me they'll give it to IT and see what can be done about it.

Instead of going to my last class, I just had a security man escourt me to my locker, then back down out to the bus station. There was no event after that, and now I need to figure out this kids name so that Security can menace him for me.

 I hate Napoleon Bonaparte so hard. You do not even know.

 -headdesk-

At least one of these French Revolution losers is cool.

Mary Wollstonecraft, I want to have your babies. But not the one. 

She gave birth to Mary Shelley. You know the one. The Frankenstein one. Yeah.

So. Proxies on school computers.

Rock.