huh.
Last night, essentially all of my friends went to a party. I didn't go because I found out that I was intentionally not invited. Apparently, the hostess doesn't like me because she thinks that I'm intimidating. I. am. intimidating. Thinking back, I can't come up with a logical (though I have some crazy and illogical) reasons for her thinking this. I was annoyed about not being wanted, but keep on thinking about that statement because it is about as absurd as someone declaring that I'm a martian. I feel like post-high school, that might be one of the last things that would ever be said about me. Or at least I hope.