I usually don't -walk- to class, so much as dance or frolic. Now, I'm not showing off, I'm just being me.
So, I'm just minding my own business, pretending to be a ninja, and the next thing you know this guy is running up to me and telling me he took my picture.
I'm a little embarrassed, what with him catching me being a ninja and all, but I give him my name and major like he asks and sort of assume I'm going to end up in the on-campus newspaper under the category LOCAL DORK INVASION! HIDE YOUR WOMEN!
Two days later, I've more or less forgotten the incident, although I've checked the Daily and found that I've been spared the humiliation of being this months poster boy for caffiene.
I'm going about my daily business, checking my email the next day, and it's the usual stuff. Spam telling me I'm famous, spam telling me I've already won, spam telling me I can increase my breast size by two cup sizes, and, wait a second, that spam saying, quote, "You're a Star!", was addressed from my advisor. I'd better look into this, I think, so I can notify my advisor that she's been hacked.
Long story short, <a href="http://umlauthouse.keenspace.com/leap.jpg">this</a> was on page B2 of the Seattle Times for March fourteenth.
