Wow, another one of those nights where I manage to get almost nothing done. Do you wanna know what I did last night? Well, almost nothing, though I did manage a wee bit of creepiness, and I’ll tell you that story right away here at the tippy-toppity of a new morning for all of you day-walkers.
For me, it’s about midnight and time to get to sleep, meaning that again, I’m posting this as a final thought to my day in which I did a splendiforous amount of nothing. Here goes creepy story.
I have a friend on Facebook (Ohh, so creepy; Telea has friends (NO SHUT UP THIS IS NOT THE POINT OF THIS STORY)) and he is pretty cool. His name is not to be mentioned. Anyway, he’s really cool not only because he’s actually a cool guy but because he’s one of those people who is musically talented and in the right area to know some small big ticket names.
How did I become friends with this man on Facebook? Well, it just so happened that we had similar things liked, and when one of those things posted a picture (being vague because I really don’t remember) he commented and I commented back and then ZIP-ZAP-WOWWEE a friendship was born.
It came to light only later that his name could be found in the credits of The Avengers and that he had a band that has aired on the radio more than once. So I flipped out just a little bit. So now you know that backstory.
Now we get into the tricky little details of what I posted yesterday about not Facebook Stalking and let me tell you, I succeeded gloriously up until around 6 this morning, when he tagged the name of someone that I recognized (not personally) in a status and she proceeded to like said status.
I then became ever-so curious and decided to see what else he had been holding out on me, scrolling through every single one of his 700+ friends (and for the love of Asgard I do hope he doesn’t read this blog because it is very obvious to whom I’m referring) and taking a gander over to the profiles of people who fit certain criteria, listed below.
1. Attended Berklee School of Music in Boston
2. Was very attractive.
3. Was Average or better in the looks department with music or acting listed as the profession.
You have to understand that I am almost desperate to get into the music industry and the more people I know or know of, the better. Anyway, my creeping isn’t the worst part of it. In fact, I went even further across the line of ‘this is okay’ to the line of ‘let’s hope I’m not turning into a potential stalker/serial killer’.
When I had weasled my way down to 5-8 people that looked really and particularly interesting/successful/ridiculously good looking, I proceeded to send each of them an individual email which did, in my defense, apologize for being creepy.
I asked questions about music, inquired as to how their college experiences had treated them (pertaining to Berklee or anywhere in the UK), and wished them well. I don’t know if I’ll actually get any replies, but hey, worth the effort unless, in fact, they alert the authorities.
I don’t think they will because I’m at least 50 percent certain that I threatened none of them with being beheaded by paper clip, and even if I had, it was definitely one of those passing thoughts.
Anyway, it’s time to get to bed, I hope my pathetic rambling story has actually managed to entertain you somehow. As always, thanks for reading and may the Telea be with you (unless you’re a minor, in which case just stay safe out there).