It's me guys :)
Long hiatus, I know, I know, you've all forgotten about me by now but I'm at it again. Apparently.
UPDATES ON MY LIFE!
I'm in my last year at university now so I guess I should update that description on my front page. Next semester will hopefully be the last time I will be paying for four months of boredom and social awkwardness. Oh how I'll miss it....
I'm taking five courses this semester because I love pain and every class has AT LEAST one group project which is just the best. I'm also working at a place that I really like but guess what! I'm not getting paid to be there! Woohoo! I'm an intern! In fact, sometimes, I actually PAY* to work there! Yay me!
And now onto the socially awkward blog post you all came here to read:
In one of my classes I'm doing a group project with my sister and this other girl we will call Quiettalker McNeedstotalklouder. Quiettalker is a great girl, but I have never met someone who needs a class in How to be Normal more than myself!
Quiettalker is, let me say this right, she is a...very...quiet talker. And it takes all my control not to yell at her. I have this strange reaction to her, the quieter she talks, the louder I get. It's like I'm trying to get the point across that we're allowed to talk in class when we're working on a project but also I'm just so angry at her because I can't hear her that I start yelling everything to get some of the frustration out.
Maybe we should take that How to be Normal class together....
Anyways, after the fifth time I say "what?" I just nod my head like I know what she's talking about. I can't wait for this project to be over and I won't have to listen to her whispers any more.
In case you were wondering, this is not what any of my profs look like:
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