ready to do whatever's clever
Wednesday, August 27, 2008 by jasmine
So I guess I'm over the initial burst of panic/distress/overall negativity re: school. Which isn't to say that I'm enjoying classes any more than I was before, but I've reached a place of Zen and I'm accepting that this semester is probably going to suck. Whatever, what else is new? I really need to make some friends. How ridic is that? I would think that most people, by their senior year, have already constructed a solid social circle. Not I. I've pretty much hung out with a different group of people every year, and there are only a couple of people who are kind of/sort of/relatively permanent members of the inner circle. It sucks. Unfortunately, I don't know how I'm going to go about making new friends, but hopefully I'll figure it out soon. I never really mastered the art of making new friends. I've always just kind of stumbled into friendships, pretty much complete cosmic intervention. Either that, or the other party reached out to me first, and I responded in a sufficiently satisfactory way.
I swear, this summer, I've become so long-winded in my writing. I used to be able to express things all succinctly and to the point, but now I'm all Princess Rambles status. Ew.
Oh, god, so I wore heels again today, and for some reason, I was having a rough time with steps. I almost twisted my ankle, like, three times. I completely biffed it in the union, but I was totally graceful about it. I didn't even spill my Cherry Pepsi.
And! Okay, etiquette 101 - when you tell someone you're going to call them, it might be a good idea to actually, I don't know, call them. What the f. I ran into someone yesterday that I hadn't seen in a while, we chatted for a bit, and homie was all, "I'll call you in a bit." Yesterday. Like, more than 24 hours ago. Really, what does "in a bit" even mean anyway? How does one set her watch to "in a bit"? I've noticed that when people use ambiguous time frames like that, they don't really have any intention of doing what they say they're doing, which I think is so dumb. If you don't want to do something, don't say you will. Is that such a difficult concept to grasp? Especially when you're not even provoked. In this particular instance, homie and I weren't even having a particularly scintillating conversation, so it's not even like we were in the midst of something really awesome that needed to be continued. But still, it's the principle of the matter. I can't stand flakes. They get stuck on my clothes and stimulate my inner freakshow neurotic. Not like that's a difficult feat.
I suppose I should go get my read on. Allegedly this book for my Politics of Developing Nations is a compelling read, though I'd much rather read the cheesy chick lit I picked up from Target.
Ew, why did Disney make a prequel to The Little Mermaid. Capitalist sluts. Can't they just leave things alone?
I swear, this summer, I've become so long-winded in my writing. I used to be able to express things all succinctly and to the point, but now I'm all Princess Rambles status. Ew.
Oh, god, so I wore heels again today, and for some reason, I was having a rough time with steps. I almost twisted my ankle, like, three times. I completely biffed it in the union, but I was totally graceful about it. I didn't even spill my Cherry Pepsi.
And! Okay, etiquette 101 - when you tell someone you're going to call them, it might be a good idea to actually, I don't know, call them. What the f. I ran into someone yesterday that I hadn't seen in a while, we chatted for a bit, and homie was all, "I'll call you in a bit." Yesterday. Like, more than 24 hours ago. Really, what does "in a bit" even mean anyway? How does one set her watch to "in a bit"? I've noticed that when people use ambiguous time frames like that, they don't really have any intention of doing what they say they're doing, which I think is so dumb. If you don't want to do something, don't say you will. Is that such a difficult concept to grasp? Especially when you're not even provoked. In this particular instance, homie and I weren't even having a particularly scintillating conversation, so it's not even like we were in the midst of something really awesome that needed to be continued. But still, it's the principle of the matter. I can't stand flakes. They get stuck on my clothes and stimulate my inner freakshow neurotic. Not like that's a difficult feat.
I suppose I should go get my read on. Allegedly this book for my Politics of Developing Nations is a compelling read, though I'd much rather read the cheesy chick lit I picked up from Target.
Ew, why did Disney make a prequel to The Little Mermaid. Capitalist sluts. Can't they just leave things alone?
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