A Grand Adventure (that almost made me puke)

So it's quite a joyous occasion when you find someone who shares your interests. Especially when your interests are as off the wall as mine.

Aly and I were watching Tony in his music video via Youtube when we got the idea to go stalk him (see sharing interests, we're creepy like that). So we look up his address and then gallivant off to find his house. We find it and see him in his home eating dinner. Do you find us awkward? Well, it gets better. We then proceed to stalk our art teacher, which is basically a weekend ritual for us. We found it rather scandalous that he wasnt home considering it was eight o'clock on a school night. We then decide to stalk Kurt which takes some time because Aly couldnt remember where his house was. She then drove us to Platt Park, which was terrifying considering the legends beholden there. That gives us the idea to go to Neon Road to see if the ghosts would move the car tonight. We cut through the school parking lot, and who's car do we see? The Art Teacher. As we drive past, I vocalize the idea of knocking on the window to say hello. She says yes, but I have to do it because she's far too scared to do it. Probably because of a long standing idolization and crush on said teacher. She parked over by the dumpsters, about twenty yards away. I snuck over to the window and peered in to see if he was there. Sure enough, he was at his computer. I knocked on the window three times and smiled and waved. I never actually meant to scare him but that's precisely what I did. And it was beautiful. He flailed around in his chair and distinctly said "Jesus Christ!" I immediately dropped to the frozen ground, laughing so hard that I thought I was going to puke as Aly begins to drive off. She came back, of course, gathering me up while I tried to explain what had happened through the hysterics I was in.
We traveled out to Neon Road but it didn't work, and as we were coming back home we decided to leave a note under his windshield wiper apologizing for scaring him. We never got to leave the note because as we were driving back to my home, we passed his car, only recognizable by the license plate number that Aly had memorized.


She is beautiful.