Magic 8

I hate when it gets cold because I have to wear sweatpants at home. Yes, I usually just walk around naked. Anyway, my sweatpants always leave these lint balls everywhere. They're on my bed, on the ground, etc. The only reason why this is a problem is because I keep thinking that they're bugs and I freak out and start attacking them only to realize that they're actually balls of lint 5 futile minutes later.

You know, when you've known someone for so long that they become an extension of your body? Like an alien. There are so many people on this Earth it's weird that I've never met anyone else as awesome and amazing though I've tried. Maybe it's because not many people genuinely care about other people's lives. 90% of the people I talk to only complain about their "adversity" and I sit there and facilitate conversation because I'm a lousy piece of crap that talks too much. I don't know if anyone else feels this way, but it... I feel like meeting people and trying to get to know them results in disappointment the majority of the time. Well, I've given up and have chosen to lock myself in my house for eternity.

I think next time I go to class I'm going to tape my mouth shut. I went to class late because I couldn't find parking and I'm pretty sure the professor noticed me walking in even though I tried to go in creeper style because the class is pretty small. Later when she was giving an example she chose random people to stand up and participate, so I did what I always do: avoid eye contact. Then I heard, "Can you tap her? I think she's avoiding eye contact because she doesn't want to participate" I looked up and she was staring right at me. I think I responded by saying something along the lines of "Freedom from harm!" because we were discussing Code of Ethics as pertains to research papers and experimental design. I don't know why things come out like that. Am I too direct? I always just say whatever I want. Though... I think I would be an incredibly boring person if I wasn't like this. Everyone can do that fake "Heyyyy!" thing. That's really one of the things I hate the most in the world. You know what I've concluded? I'm original. You're never going to meet another person like me. Whether this originality is good or bad is still up for debate, but maybe I can take pride in the fact that I'm original enough that people will remember my name.

This clearly applies to my life.