Make New Friends, But Keep The Old...

Don't we look like we're having fun? (This is not us...though if it was, I would probably be the black one, on account of her crazy ass smile and, you know, darker skin...)

...one is silver and the other's gold. Great song.

It's midterm time in the life of this college student so, naturally, I'm writing a blog instead of studying (I already studied, okay? And it's open book, so it's pretty much not a "study for" test anyway - right? This logic makes some kind of sense, doesn't it?).

So, anyway, September was kind of a shit month, what with my aversion to doing...anything, and my inability to concentrate on school or life in general (except wine - I could concentrate on wine). I didn't really make any friends during this time (even though everyone I spoke to about school would constantly ask if I was making friends, which made me feel like I was 5 years old and also really lame because I, you know...wasn't) but all that has changed. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have made two many friends (and yes, it took over a month. Shut up).

Now that I have met these awesome chicks, and we talk and laugh and look like we belong on a Noxema commercial, they have started to let me know what they first thought of me - granted, they do it in a non-descript way, but I can tell what they're saying:

"I'm really surprised you didn't sit at one of the single seats on the first day so you didn't have to be near people." (I think this has something to do with the fact that I exclaimed, loudly, how happy I was that I didn't have to work in a group for an assignment - what? I hate group work).

"Are you sure this is your real number? Are you giving me a fake number because you don't want to be sociable?"

"Malory hates people." (Actually, they aren't being non-descript at all, come to think of it...)

But now they know me, and we can joke and they can see how depressing hilarious I really am. In fact, ALL my classmates are getting to know me so well, that one guy even asked me what the homework was, and when I (naturally) stared at him blankly because I wasn't listening was engaged in something important, he responded with, "Yeah, right, why am I asking you, you wouldn't know...". I was offended for about 2 seconds before I realized that he was not wrong.

So anyway, it's nice to finally have people to talk to when I go to class, and who finally understand that I'm not a bitch, but actually just incapable of social interaction shy, and who know me for who I actually am. Cue heartwarming, after school special music.

Love,

M