Is that You?

Guess who saw this little fucker walking through the store yesterday. No lie.

Don't know who he is? Google Star Trek or Termination Salvation, and his face may start to look a little familiar.

I was walking through the fiction aisle the other day, contemplating the state of my life when I saw a cute guy flipping through a book. He was wearing all black, expect for a gray scarf wrapped around his neck and naturally his skinny awkward stance drew my attention.

I was going to do my usual, yeah he's cute but time to get back to work thing, when I knew that i had seen him before. That for some reason his face was much more familiar than it should be. I am very (very) good with faces and within seconds (despite the fact that he had on a beanie) I knew who it was. But I didn't remember his name, because it was Russian, and I didn't know who to tell because I wasn't sure they would know either.

He was in the store for a good half hour, all of which I spent convincing my co-workers that it was him. Yes, I am that person who not only yells fight, when one is occurring but I also spot out celebrities and rile the crowd up. I don't mean too, I just get a little too excited. We, the "new guy" and the "sort of new girl" followed him to the philosophy section just so we could walk past him and confirm my suspicion. Even then, no one believed me.

Luckily the head cashier, a Star Trek follower, confirmed it was him as soon as Cute Young Actor came up to the cash register. He was a lot skinner in person and his eyes were blood shot. He also had horrible eye contact and looked sort of anxious but the moment Head Cashier saw him, I knew that before me stood Anton Yelchin, because I heard my co-worker stop breathing for a few seconds. Not only did he stop breathing but he was frozen in his tracks. I rang Anton Yelchin up (he bought the communist manifesto. Kids these days) and he was out the door. As soon as he left, I heard my co-worker exhale and say "dude you just rang up Pavel Chekov". Tell me about it. I know hot young actors when I see them.

I continue to struggle with whatever is going on in my head. I feel at a lose for things but I know I am slowly recovering from the suckassness of my life. I may have found a place to live. It's near my aunt's old place and the room is what I need. It is in a private house and the room is...just right. I am stopping by tomorrow to put down the security deposit and by December 1st I should have a place to stay.

Maybe this is the beginning of things falling into place. I do not know. I am very weary of making assumptions these days but it will be nice to have a place that I know I can come back to. That I know I can make feel my own. I am excited about this venture, and I am trying to stay as optimistic as my little heart can. We'll see. I have more to write but I am falling asleep at the keys.

Tomorrow: The Janitor and The Piggy Back Ride. He makes my head hurt. More on that tomorrow though.