Love Language

I look a dang love language test because Jane said something about it in the car.

The highest score is 12
9 - Words of Affirmation
6 - Quality Time
1 - Receiving Gifts
10 - Acts of Service
4 - Physical Touch

So here are a few points I gather from this:

• I am lazy and like when people do stuff for me
• Tell me I'm amazing and we're good
• People should snatch me up because in the long run you won't have to invest a lot of money in me.

Fairly accurate. Not bad.

Stalking Part 2 - The "incident"

*Names in this story have been changed as to avoid absolute embarkment, seriously it's bad enough I'm even writing this on the internet.


So here I am with  a name. After the time it took to find his name I reward myself with a quick look though his profile. I find nothing out of the ordinary aside from a large chunk of things in common.

Days, maybe weeks pass with no new information. Around this time I believe it is October, I have friends and I head over to their room. When I enter their building I see their faces, I was far from subtle but I made it to my friends room in one piece.

It isn't safe to assume that this is were our crushes, *Dylan and *James, our crushes, live. I had friends in this building why couldn't they? I just did what any normal person would and asked the friend I was with if this is where they live.

Confirmed.

She asked why and I told the truth, I thought one was cute.

So now we, Jana and I, had a place of residence, you can see how it started off innocent enough. Now this is where the change of mind started.

We saw these freaking kids EVERYWHERE! Everywhere. They were freaking there.

We keep to a fairly consistent schedule, eat at the same time, leave at the same time, etc. Since my schedule is the same it isn't hard to see a pattern when you start to see a person. By this time I wasn't changing my life in order to see him, it just happened organically.

Now to get blunt, it was November when we realized this wasn't heading in the most healthy direction. We liked these kids, and the occasion glance at a facebook wall turned into a well organized periodic checking. We weren't quite subtle with our new found megacrushes and soon our suit mate and a few friends where clued in. I tried to hide the extent of my unqualified feelings but I don't know how thick the veil honestly was.

The thing is, once outside people are aware of a crush they feel the need to tell you things without you asking. We were being told things like what class they had with a friend, what a friend of mine heard them talking about in the rotunda, things I didn't ask for. Unfortunately they were only adding fuel to the already oddly hot fire. By the time winter break came around there was no dissolution to my affection.
The incident


I am a Sims3 player, ask anybody who has ever played sims what they do when they have a crush.

They make them on Sims.

Don't deny it, it only makes you an easy to spot lier. I was making *Jack on sims and to do so accurately I wanted to have a picture of him up. I am painfully bad at spelling and at the time I didn't have his first and last name spelling committed to my memory. To get around this flaw I just went to *Dylan's profile and clicked on Jack's tag to bring up his profile. (This sound like a lot of work, but honestly I had it pretty down pat at this point. So, I was on Facebook mobile doing my routine and I feel victim to a huge design flaw. The 'Like' bottom and the close button and right the heck next to each other.

You can guess what happened.

I liked Dylan's  Mo-Freaking picture.

This was like midnight, I had made a joke about it, maybe half an hour earlier. Karma is a cold, pasty, douche.

Obviously I unliked it in .4 seconds but the damage was done. Once you like somebodies status, they are sent a notification that you can never get back. I tested the theory with Jena and we were correct. Whenever he logged on there in big letters would be:
"Brieanna Ramthun liked your photo"

It would take you to the photo that I liked but my name just wouldn't show up. But honestly with the work I barley had to put in to find it, how hard would it be to put my name in the search bar to fulfill his curiosity?

I don't know if you know remember this little fact but I have never spoken to this dude ever. We don't even have one mutual friend, it's that bad. Tell the truth if a stranger you have never spoken to 'liked' a photo you'd be creeped to the max.

Panic set it quick. If he clicked that notification he would be brought to my page and see that I'm the girl he just kinda see's all the time. I could not let that happen.

I deactivated my Facebook.

Yes it was a hasty choice, but honestly I could see no other way. What would happen then would be, it would say I liked his photo and when he went to go click on my profile and nothing would be there. No pictures, nothing. It would say this account has deactivated.

I agree, that adds another level of creepy BUT I would like to state again:
Midnight
panicing BAD!

At least he wouldn't be able to put a face with the name and my life still had a chase of returning to normal.

I deactivated it for a few days, long enough to assume he looked and didn't find anything. Then turned it back on.

Time passed and nothing happened so I went off to swing break, little did I know the prices that would come later.

Things I learned about my family

1. My grandma had 4 kids by 20.
2. My dad almost got drafted into Vietnam.
3. My grandpa did security for people who worked in the mob.
4. My grandma also remembers the assassination of MLK and JFK.
5. and finally that my uncle did a crap ton of drugs.

Getting Ballsy Got Me Squat

Friends are always saying things like, 'go after him, whats the worst that could happen?' Well the worst that could happen is me getting shot, but this came pretty close.

I asked a boy out once, to a girls choice school dance. Yes me, I asked him, to go to a dance. Shocker. It was all quite simple actually. He was best friends with Lexi's boyfriend. It would of been a simple double date, without the pressure of going alone and what not. We all knew each other and were comfortable hanging out with one anther. Or so I thought.

That is to say I was comfortable with everybody, he was cripplingly shy. Apparently, once he gets to know you he is slightly more outgoing. WELP, I asked him anyway because honestly I thought it would make him comfortable to go in a group...

...aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnddddd I had a slight crush on him.

So durring junior year all of my high school class had to take government. It was the time of the year where people were passing around surveys for a class grade. I didn't have government, but that didn't mean I would pass on a way to ask him.

He is so shy, any public asking would result in major blushing. All I had to do was slip him a paper with the following questions:

1) What is your age?
2) What is your political affiliation?
3) Who should be the next president?
4) Do you like music?
     Yes          No
5) Will you go to Sadies with me?
     Yes          No

He knew it was from me, and he just gave it my friend to give it me. (Very high school, so sue me.)
The fifth answer came back nothing circle. The only answer I cared about came back with this written underneath:

".......suuure.........................................."

Who does that? Needless to say I was basically regretting breathing air that morning. I was panicking and I needed to know what theta meant. My friend said he was just awkward, and thought it must of been me, so we solved it using the age old trick of asking him over Facebook.

My friend messaged him plain and simple if he really wanted to go and big shocker, he said:
"No not really, I just didn't want to be mean."

She told me what he said and the next day I told him I had family coming in that day and would have to bail. Not my strongest argument, but he didn't question. He messaged back my friend the same day and was all, "Did you tell Brie? She told me she couldn't go." and she of corse said no again.

Of corse she told me dude!


It's happened time and time again, boys ask girls to not tell their best friends, but we do. Don't acted shocked. I wasn't offended, but it sucked I didn't go.

SO ANYWAY, I asked a boy and this is what happened, outgoingness is overrated.

High School awkwardness

Have I ever told you that I had a fiancé in high school?

Yeah, he did this thing where he acted like I never actually spoke to him... it was cute.

Okay, lies aside, if you know me it's pretty obvious that I liked this dude and never spoke words to him. Well on day, sophomore year, in last period, I got 20 seconds of insane courage and decided I was going to speak words to him. I was going to speak freaking good words to him. Just to warn you now, 20 seconds were up quick, and unfortunately they left me right as I opened my mouth to speak.

Below is a play by play of how our conversation went:

(EXTREMELY over puzzled face, a few octaves higher then normal, a few beats louder too)

Me: "Hey, h-how tall are you?"

Him: "5' 11', Why?"

Me: "No, no reason, that's cool, thanks."
(Turns and leaves the room.)

It was beautiful, almost poetic how bad I crashed and burned. This infatuation didn't end, even after high school. Though it lessened into more of a healthy obsession. It lead to a rather embracing moment with SUU's very own Trent, but that is a story for another time.

Stalking Part 1 - The "meeting"

*Names in this story have been changed as to avoid absolute embarkment, seriously it's bad enough I'm even writing this on the internet.


I believe it was January that was Stalker Awareness Month. The sign was outside the women's center and it contained phrases along the lines of:

It is not cute.
It is not romantic.
It is not okay.

I had to stand there, no doubt with guilt all over my face.

Hello, my name is Brieanna Ramthun and I am a stalker.

I am not alone in practice, I have an accomplice, her name is Jena Mueller.

Not just what society has deemed the socially acceptable Facebook stalker. We have risen above and beyond the call of duty. Now we want you to please keep in mind, we never planned to harm the people we stalked. We didn't want to use the information for evil, or any other types of misuse.
Below is the (abridged) version of how we became a person who even frightened our parents.

No, we have never spoken to them, ever.
No, we have never spoken to any of their friends.
No, we have never had a class with them.

When we first noticed him at the start of the year we actually loathed them. W thought he dressed stupid. Once you notice a person you happen to see them everywhere, and that is how it started. We would curse their (made up) nickname with hatred. One day, out of the blue we realized we were thinking of him in a not so hostile way. I even would say, we had a crush on him.

Crushes on strangers come and go so I expected it to be short lived, but we were curious.

We were curious about this person and just wanted to see if we had anything in common. It was the first months of college, I had hope that maybe I could become the outgoing person I always knew I was and maybe, just maybe, something could happen.

Surprise, we had a ton in common according to his Facebook. How did we even find out his name you may ask? Well luckily I was blessed with a suit mate who is a social butterfly. She was talking with a friend and he introduced him to another boy. We shall call that boy... *Dylan. Dylan was not the boy I was in love with, but he seemed to stick in Jena's mind. My suit mate was introduced to Dylan and we just so happen to notice that Dylan was around my crush quite a lot.

All we had to do was type in Dylan into Facebook and add the education filter. His profile picture was clear and easily recognizable. Dylan's profile wasn't private in any sense of the word, so I took a look through his pictures. Surprise, surprise Dylan and my crush were good enough friends that they were in a picture together. I found out his name was... *Jack.

Be honest, once you know a persons name it's quite hard to forget. I feel like that will be a repeating theme within this story.

Once you just so happen to find something out, it's very hard to just unknow it.