I'm Only Mostly Creepy.

College made me creepy.  I could end this with that, but I guess it's not really socially acceptable to take the time to make a blog post with one sentence.  So I'll just tell you the story/ies.  McSar and I have taken up people watching out of our downstairs windows.  It's really proven to be worthwhile!  The apartments across the street ALWAYS have people talking outside.  It's not just any people, it's people with lives!  Usually one girl with two or more guys around her just chatting it up.  We've tried to take notes on what they're doing over there so we can someday get loads of guys swarming us.  This study could take a while.  One day we even saw two girls sitting on a balcony and on the balcony directly above them were two guys... hunched over the rail... talking to the girls below.  Honestly... the lengths some guys go to just to talk to girls.

Anyway, McSar and I were just in our usual places watching out the window and a cute guy that happens to be in our ward was walking by!  Turns out he's actually a cowboy too!  So I, knowing how much Abby likes cowboys, decided that she ought to know about this.  So I just shouted, "Abby, cowboy!"  Whoops!  Haha window was open.  I've had brighter moments.  He heard my shout and turned to see us....  Yeah this could be why we don't have guys flocking towards us...

A couple days after I started people watching in my spare time I was walking back to my apartment with Abby and a window was open to a neighboring apartment.  The only logical thing to do in that situation was to take a gander at what was inside!  Well boy was it a site!  The couch was upside down and there was a bike just a chillin' away in the living room.  Abby's off on the side saying, "Robyn!  You can't do that, come on, stop it, let's go." Ya know, lots of junk like that.  Why was she so adamant that we leave?  Oh, ya know... because the neighbor to that particular apartment was out on his porch and WATCHED THE WHOLE THING!  Why?!  Why am I always creepy and awkward?!

Well, that's a question that will probably never be answered.  But until then, we'll keep taking notes on the folks across the street.  It's our best bet.  Adios muchacho(s).