That feeling you get

CotD:
"Romeo and Juliet did not kill themselves. Chuck Norris killed them both."
or
"Caesar was not killed by conspiritors. He was killed by Chuck Norris."
I made those both up (we're doing a Shakespeare unit in English...obviously) and I really didn't think they were that great, but I had a special request from Betty to make them the Chuck(s) of the day.

Today was rather mundane until lunch.
(*disfigured penis*....don't ask)

I went up to Beaver and was talking to him and whatnot. Well, Random Freshman was sitting across from him...and then he said something. I figured I misheard him, so he said it again.
Then I realized.........
He could not possibly have been saying what he was unless he receved information from this blog.
At that time, Beaver decided to add "I gave him the address to your blog."

At that moment I could feel my heart actually slow down. My arms and legs went numb. I really can't recall walking away, but I do remember heading for the bathroom where I locked myself in the middle stall and had a tantrum.

I kid you not, I had a coniption (sp?) fit. Complete with kicking, hiting, swearing, and pretty much everything else you can imagine. For a while (after the energy had drained from my already numb limbs) I sat on the floor staring at the ceiling of the bathroom. I realized something: the reference RF had made was from a post I wrote at the BEGINNING of April...how long has he been reading this...and why has Beaver neglected to inform me of my new reader?

Some chick came in and I realzied I could not sit in the stall forever (it smelled far too rank).

I decided I would visit RF before 3B started, so I went into Mollman's room and stood behind him for what seemed like forever. Yeah.
He's really tall, so I could have probably stood there for a while before he even realized I was there.

He said he hasn't read anything else since the post he made reference to. Hmmm...
I was about to cry because the post he was referring to was the one where I stated I think he's prettier than I am. http://awesomemidget.blogspot.com/2006/04/beavers-connections-in-german-mafia.html
Seriously, I was about to burst into tears.
RF was all like, "It's okay...it's not bad. It's okay."

I'm pretty sure I left after that.

I still want to curl into a little ball and cry from sheer embarrassment.

So if you're reading this Random Freshman, I am sorry for anything I may have said that would piss you off in any way.
Feel free to drop a comment saying how much of a loser I am.