just stalk walkin. no big.

Okay blog. I decided to give 'er a whirl for round dos.

So lately I have not had time to bloog (is that the verb of blog or just a made up word? Anyway.), but

I HAVE however had time to do the stalk walk.

Ever done it?

Didn't think so.

It is a serious good time.

Brace yourself.

I discovered it accidentally when I was walking around the UCSB grounds (aka 'campus', but everyone's mother (I know that a) this is a parenthesis inside a parenthesis and doesn't make any grammatical sense b) that 'everyone's mother' is the wrong saying, thanks for checking) says campus and I don't. Starting now.) and more times than not I would fall into step with someone that was walking next to me. (Whew. That was a run on...sentence.) These were the thoughts that went through my head (and probably yours too if you were there):

1. Oh God. This is awkward. Real, real awkward.

2. But wait...is it more awkward to quicken my pace considerably or slow down like I don't have an important class to get to 3 miles away in 4 minutes (oh yeah, UCSB grounds are HUGE)

3. What can I drop? My entire backpack? Just like slouch out of it all of a sudden?

4. Ok, I will just pretend to be really into joining CALPRIG all of a sudden. They have harassed me enough.

5. Don't give in to CALPRIG. You've lasted 3 years!

That's when I met her eyes (the girl that was my fateful walking partner) and saw that she was going through the same agony!

So what did I do?

Well, it was none of the above.

Instead, when she slowed down...I did too.

When she ripped a button off her sweater and threw it on the ground so that she could pick it up and shake me, well, I did too.

When she acted all nonchalant about breaking into a dead run:I did too. She shoulda known I love running on college grounds.

So to sum:

a. It is sorta fun to walk at the pace of another person when they obviously do not want you to

b. Just get over the awkwardness already, or add to it, like me.

c. I am a sort of a creeper. Certifiably.

d. I love bullet points.

e. (last one i promise) I really cannot avoid studying for finals anymore