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Argh. Social interaction and me do not get along. That thing I talked about yesterday happened (I don't want to say what it was yet because I am afraid of jinxing myself, but if I don't talk a little about it I will never stop freaking out.) I'm such a spaz in person and I never make a great first impression. People think I'm too weird or slightly creepy (ahaha, I know, right?), so they kind of edge away. I mean, I like people? But I'm super shy and have major self-esteem issues, and it's a billion times worse when I'm nervous as opposed to my normal state of being, which is basically a low-key kind of crazy.
After I got home I listened to music to calm myself down, and since it was my ~soothing playlist, it made me fall asleep for a few hours. Ahahaha. /o\. Also, during my nap, I had a dream involving zombies and crochet, although the zombies themselves were not crocheting. (IDK, okay, I just. I don't. )
There were zombies lurching around and some lady sitting on one of those mall benches crocheting and telling me and the other hopeful zombie apocalypse survivors the problems with kids today who just don't know how to survive a zombie apocalypse without our fancy chainsaws and hedge trimmers. Unfortunately, I woke up before she could tell us how they used to do it in her day, but I'm sure it had something to do with axes and pitchforks and walking uphill in the snow both ways. *hands*
After I got home I listened to music to calm myself down, and since it was my ~soothing playlist, it made me fall asleep for a few hours. Ahahaha. /o\. Also, during my nap, I had a dream involving zombies and crochet, although the zombies themselves were not crocheting. (IDK, okay, I just. I don't. )
There were zombies lurching around and some lady sitting on one of those mall benches crocheting and telling me and the other hopeful zombie apocalypse survivors the problems with kids today who just don't know how to survive a zombie apocalypse without our fancy chainsaws and hedge trimmers. Unfortunately, I woke up before she could tell us how they used to do it in her day, but I'm sure it had something to do with axes and pitchforks and walking uphill in the snow both ways. *hands*