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At a party this summer, a friend introduced me to some people as "the most outspoken girl I've ever met." At first it kind of took me aback, but then I realized that we'd had my honors class together this year, which meant he'd seen me in the heat of my most passionate academic moments. It was interesting for me though because I really do wonder sometimes how people in my classes perceive me-- bitchy? goody goody? genuinely enthralled/interested? absolutely dorky? pretentious? somehow mysterious and/or cool?
Of course, I hope it's the last one.
I was thinking about this as I reflected on a party I went to last night, when I commanded a person I did not know to stop dropping the grilled zucchini on the porch because it was my favorite, and later ridiculed his friend for continuing to party inside when it was such a nice night and the porch was obviously where it was at, etc. etc. Basically I hope I didn't offend these people, because it was all meant in good humor, I was just trying to be funny or make conversation I guess... blah blah I just hate meeting new people sometimes because I get scared that I make really bad first impressions. Maybe they "got it" though and I'm just overthinking this shit.
It was super special to get to hang out with Anne again last night. I really hope we can rekindle the pretty bitchin friendship we had freshman year. She's the bomb and I need someone like her in my life right now. With Will working all the time now, I think this will be the first year of college where I actually might foster some GIRLfriendships. Christ. Go me.
Speaking of girlfriends, I got a desperately passionate letter from an ex-bff from high school who moved away my junior year. It was basically a spiritual admonition, questioning where my faith in god went, why my heart got "cold," whether I like the idea of rotting in hell for all eternity, don't I know that J-dog is the only hope, etc. I wouldn't mind what I view as a generally compassionate venture, except for the fact that this girl is moving to the jungle in India in like two days, which leaves me ZERO time to write back and set the record straight about what I don't believe and why, how my life is still very meaningful, etc. I think she did this on purpose.
But whatever. I just feel bad that she's like stressing that my soul is doomed, but hey, that's her choice I guess.
BTW, you should DEFINITELY go see Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Soooooooooo good I loved it. Penelope Cruz is so incredibly badass insane, and as usual, Woody Allen perfectly presents a story which is meaningful without being too heavy. I think he is really a master of "real" love stories. Also, the dude who played the insane bad guy in No Country for Old Men is the sexy Spaniard painter and he is incredible. The lame fiance is also great. Basically, see this movie asap.
Of course, I hope it's the last one.
I was thinking about this as I reflected on a party I went to last night, when I commanded a person I did not know to stop dropping the grilled zucchini on the porch because it was my favorite, and later ridiculed his friend for continuing to party inside when it was such a nice night and the porch was obviously where it was at, etc. etc. Basically I hope I didn't offend these people, because it was all meant in good humor, I was just trying to be funny or make conversation I guess... blah blah I just hate meeting new people sometimes because I get scared that I make really bad first impressions. Maybe they "got it" though and I'm just overthinking this shit.
It was super special to get to hang out with Anne again last night. I really hope we can rekindle the pretty bitchin friendship we had freshman year. She's the bomb and I need someone like her in my life right now. With Will working all the time now, I think this will be the first year of college where I actually might foster some GIRLfriendships. Christ. Go me.
Speaking of girlfriends, I got a desperately passionate letter from an ex-bff from high school who moved away my junior year. It was basically a spiritual admonition, questioning where my faith in god went, why my heart got "cold," whether I like the idea of rotting in hell for all eternity, don't I know that J-dog is the only hope, etc. I wouldn't mind what I view as a generally compassionate venture, except for the fact that this girl is moving to the jungle in India in like two days, which leaves me ZERO time to write back and set the record straight about what I don't believe and why, how my life is still very meaningful, etc. I think she did this on purpose.
But whatever. I just feel bad that she's like stressing that my soul is doomed, but hey, that's her choice I guess.
BTW, you should DEFINITELY go see Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Soooooooooo good I loved it. Penelope Cruz is so incredibly badass insane, and as usual, Woody Allen perfectly presents a story which is meaningful without being too heavy. I think he is really a master of "real" love stories. Also, the dude who played the insane bad guy in No Country for Old Men is the sexy Spaniard painter and he is incredible. The lame fiance is also great. Basically, see this movie asap.