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Earplugs in. Headphones on top of them. Huddled in the corner of my little F2 lounge. And I still can't bring myself to study Astro. I really just don't care. Apathy has worked for my first two finals. I know I did super well on them. And after all, they are the more important classes. This is just a stupid GE. And after a great day, this just really doesn't matter. So today I found out that Mr. Aloof in psych is really a smart guy who just fakes the whole "can I pretend I don't know what's going on so I can copy your homework" really well. Ugh, he's so NOT the guy I need to be crushing on. Too old, and yet to immature. The class clown type who is simultaneously the Casanova. I've always been attracted to that persona though. It's confidence that gets me every time. And he is oh so confident. Combine that with his quirky mischevious smile and I'm just gone. It doesn't matter though. Class is over, and it's all for the best. I need to keep focused. I can't mess around with those types anymore. If I'm going to let a boy distract me from my priorities again, it will only be for something serious. I can't afford anything else. But outside of all that mess, things are going so well at work. I love it there. I'm not sure what it is exactly. I'm overworked and underpaid, but we have fun. I get to be the cute, spunky fun girl that smiles at everyone and somehow always manages to strike up a conversation with strangers. I'm liked. I like that I'm liked. And I am damn good at my job. Albeit, it's not all that complicated, but I do it well. It's nice to have something I'm 100% confident in. David adores me. That's fun too. It's nice when you have friends in high places who constantly tell your boss that you deserve a raise. Awkward little David. Oh how I do enjoy harassing him. So weird too, because he's 30-something and the full on computer nerd type. He's harmless though. And I like that I always make him smile when the rest of his job seems rather boring. It all really makes me wonder about people and their secret stories. LIke, I always wonder where David goes when he puts on his leather jacket and leaves work. Sometimes I swear he has a Harley waiting for him in the parking lot. And even though I truly despise her, I wonder where Margo must come from that always makes her so unhappy. Does she have a terrible husband? Ungrateful children? None of the above? I think I love my job so much because I love people. I get to interact with so many. It's short, sweet, simple. I get to hear what's important to them at that moment. Who they're thinking of. Where they're off to. I smile and laugh at their little jokes and wish them a nice day as they head off. It's a happy little place. For me anyway. It's manageable. I needed manageable.