Social Anxiety + ENG 309 = Possible Mental Breakdown
One green-striped tube sock short of a pair.
I'm annoyed. This Thursday has been a complete 180 from last week... you may recall the so-called mythical "Best Thursday Ever" that was featured last week. I'm just not feeling it today.
The biggest plus of my day was getting to talk to Dally for a few minutes. It was amazing. Un-freakin'-believable.
But scary things happened. My biggest fear with the Creative Writing in the Community class came true. First of all, I was late. Second of all, my partner Ginny was not very talkative. We sat in complete and total utter silence for a considerable amount of time. I'm the world's worst small-talker. I was so uncomfortable and freaked out and everyone else was doing just fine with their partners. All I could do was sit there and eat cookies and fruit. We had some conversation, but it was rough. Oh god, I'm working myself up as I think about it right now.
Bid day was tonight... my last first degree ceremony as a collegian. That was sad and disturbing all on its own. I'm so glad that my rush crush, Ashley, accepted a bid. I was sad that she wasn't around the festivites tonight. But things just didn't feel right tonight. I didn't feel right. My stomach was a bit upset and I just wanted to go home. That doesn't do the new girls any justice, but I just wasn't in my A game.
And now, quite possibly my silliest gripe about the day is Seth's pot smoking and skipping his Brown interview on the O.C. I love Seth. LOVE him. I can't believe he let pot fuck him up. It's just like Derek and it makes me want to fucking SCREAM. No. Seth is NOTHING like Derek. Please, O.C. writing staff, do not make Seth any more like Derek. A girl's gotta have her dream guys, so leave them relatively untainted.
And my computer's retarded and I can't check my Friends' Page or any of my friends' individual journals for some reason. I want to scream. But at least I can still get to all of the RPG.
*cries and dies*
I'm annoyed. This Thursday has been a complete 180 from last week... you may recall the so-called mythical "Best Thursday Ever" that was featured last week. I'm just not feeling it today.
The biggest plus of my day was getting to talk to Dally for a few minutes. It was amazing. Un-freakin'-believable.
But scary things happened. My biggest fear with the Creative Writing in the Community class came true. First of all, I was late. Second of all, my partner Ginny was not very talkative. We sat in complete and total utter silence for a considerable amount of time. I'm the world's worst small-talker. I was so uncomfortable and freaked out and everyone else was doing just fine with their partners. All I could do was sit there and eat cookies and fruit. We had some conversation, but it was rough. Oh god, I'm working myself up as I think about it right now.
Bid day was tonight... my last first degree ceremony as a collegian. That was sad and disturbing all on its own. I'm so glad that my rush crush, Ashley, accepted a bid. I was sad that she wasn't around the festivites tonight. But things just didn't feel right tonight. I didn't feel right. My stomach was a bit upset and I just wanted to go home. That doesn't do the new girls any justice, but I just wasn't in my A game.
And now, quite possibly my silliest gripe about the day is Seth's pot smoking and skipping his Brown interview on the O.C. I love Seth. LOVE him. I can't believe he let pot fuck him up. It's just like Derek and it makes me want to fucking SCREAM. No. Seth is NOTHING like Derek. Please, O.C. writing staff, do not make Seth any more like Derek. A girl's gotta have her dream guys, so leave them relatively untainted.
And my computer's retarded and I can't check my Friends' Page or any of my friends' individual journals for some reason. I want to scream. But at least I can still get to all of the RPG.
*cries and dies*