a little slice

Things haven't necessarily been hectic, but I've been kind of all over the place. Listening to new Kanye. Fixing computers.

I found a lot of your clothes yesterday, if there was one thing you did right-so absolutely right- you dressed fabulously.

Alex and I did a South of Nowhere MARATHON. We just watched all of season one in 1.5 days. Jamie (and Val for that matter) you need to watch South of Nowhere, awesome teenage drama, with hot people. And everyone is sort of gay.

I ended up in someone's bed last night. Apparently i'm cute. I'm so awkward. Is there always (some) truth in jokes? Because she's an upperclassmen and generally much more mature than I am, so she always refers/jokes to how cute/young i am, and mentions she had a crush on me, but then said that she realized i needed a “friend” and not “some predatory upperclasswoman.” I don't know. See I don't know how to read people, I just become weird and take it for whatever they said.

Awkward part two: I had to fix this girl's computer today, and we had to walk back to the dorm which is like a 5 minute walk, and we walked in silence, because i am just socially retarded. Like, i want to say it's because i don't want to ask perfunctory questions, because they're stupid and i'm not interested, but then people say that me not being interested in those things means i don't care about that person, or that i'm self-centered. I don't know? I just figure if people want to tell me about themselves, they will? I like people to show who they are, not me to draw it out I guess?

I already have Orgo homework, what the fuck (classes don't start til Tues). Everyone is in genetics-I wish I were in it, but I gotta finish Orgo NOW.

My Screenwriting professor sounds scary. her policy on late work “won't accept it. don't bother asking.”

I came to Wellesley in a tow truck last night. I don't wanna talk about it.