Note to Self:
Let's stop being anti-social now, shall we? Honestly, this let's-not-know-anybody-outside-of-my-suite nonsense is sillyness. You are probably not meant to be a reserved person, which is why you have been depressed since eleventh grade when you became reserved. HA. That's right. You just listen to me!
*So I went to my first ever "college party" tonight, which was basically an after party for my german class to celebrate the success of our play. The party was at my German teacher's apartment, and even though nothing particularly wild occured, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It's really strange, actually, being friends with the instructor of my German class. At one point he offered to drive some of us to an "actual party" with him, but we ended up just sitting and talking for hours! And I felt like myself, and I felt comfortable, which I have so far experienced the same feeling with only one other person I have met in college (Elizabeth, and let's also include in theis parenthesis an apology for the confusing structure of the last sentence). At one point in the party when I was talking about Bjork and the song "It's oh so Quiet" and demonstrating the screams, one of my classmates Rob looked at me and said, "You know, I never knew you were outgoing like this. In class, you were always the girl who never talked." I thought about this, and became a little sad. There is this awesome part of me that many people never know or see, simply because I put myself out as extremely shy. Yet I have somehow always been proud of my reserved nature, even though I know it often leads me to difficulties making ties with others. From now on, however, I really ought to resolve to put myself out into the world a little bit more. I have a strong feeling that it would affect a change in my mood for the better.
Hm, this entry turned out longer than I expected. That's okay because not many people read this anyway. Speaking of hm: "And you go hum hum on your guitar." Or how does it go Grace? Only one of my favourite lines in poetry! Speaking of Grace I need to call you tomorrow. I could not call today because I was on the run constantly! But I did get your message and I'm thinking you probably didn't turn in the essay but if you were to write one I would love to read one with "hum hums" dispersed discreetly throghout.
Tomorrow will be a good day. Days are good days. Tired. Sleep. Go.<-------reminds of linguistics paper I had to stay up half the night writing last night AHHHHHHAaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHH about language acquisition. But let's just save that little widgy for a rainy day so we can collect it in little baskets and sing to them if they get sad.
*So I went to my first ever "college party" tonight, which was basically an after party for my german class to celebrate the success of our play. The party was at my German teacher's apartment, and even though nothing particularly wild occured, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It's really strange, actually, being friends with the instructor of my German class. At one point he offered to drive some of us to an "actual party" with him, but we ended up just sitting and talking for hours! And I felt like myself, and I felt comfortable, which I have so far experienced the same feeling with only one other person I have met in college (Elizabeth, and let's also include in theis parenthesis an apology for the confusing structure of the last sentence). At one point in the party when I was talking about Bjork and the song "It's oh so Quiet" and demonstrating the screams, one of my classmates Rob looked at me and said, "You know, I never knew you were outgoing like this. In class, you were always the girl who never talked." I thought about this, and became a little sad. There is this awesome part of me that many people never know or see, simply because I put myself out as extremely shy. Yet I have somehow always been proud of my reserved nature, even though I know it often leads me to difficulties making ties with others. From now on, however, I really ought to resolve to put myself out into the world a little bit more. I have a strong feeling that it would affect a change in my mood for the better.
Hm, this entry turned out longer than I expected. That's okay because not many people read this anyway. Speaking of hm: "And you go hum hum on your guitar." Or how does it go Grace? Only one of my favourite lines in poetry! Speaking of Grace I need to call you tomorrow. I could not call today because I was on the run constantly! But I did get your message and I'm thinking you probably didn't turn in the essay but if you were to write one I would love to read one with "hum hums" dispersed discreetly throghout.
Tomorrow will be a good day. Days are good days. Tired. Sleep. Go.<-------reminds of linguistics paper I had to stay up half the night writing last night AHHHHHHAaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHH about language acquisition. But let's just save that little widgy for a rainy day so we can collect it in little baskets and sing to them if they get sad.