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I've been in an almost-permanent good mood since the last update. In fact, I can't remember the last time I felt bad for an entire hour, much less for an entire day. I realize you people are looking for sadness and I-can't-stand-life, but it's not me anymore. I used to be like that, but now... I've never been the same since I fell into that vat of liquid Zoloft...
I've joined my school's Drama Club. It's a pretty nifty experience; all we did during today's meet (incidentally, the first one) was to get to know each other and goof about. Viel Spass.
I'm also wondering, maybe a bit unjustifiably, whether or not I have a secret admirer. I admit, ever since the liquid Zoloft incident, the ladies have been nicer to me, and even start conversations with me. I'm even forming platonic friendships (hey, I takes what I can find, 'cuz beggas can't be choosas...). Amazing, especially when the person in question (me) is a socially-anxious geek with iconoclastic tendencies and really goofy taste. It's the typical ooh, a girl's talking to me; she must like me reaction, and my rational side is beating my irrational side with a chair for it. But it's a nice thought. Add glasses, a pocket-protector, and an interest in mathematics, and you've formed the stereotype of how society percieves my social class. (note: I have perfect vision, carry mechanical pencils, obviating the need for pocket protectors, and really find math dull.)
So, until next time, hej da.
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