hikkomori

Now do you mean weltschmerz as in pessimism, sadness, alienation? Or all of the above? And I thought those Love is comics were supposed to be disgusting, as in gross they're acting all cutesy, not disgusting as in disgustingly sexual. Terrible.

Made about 5 friends today. Unwillingly.

The first one was in parasitology class as she borrowed my notes and I gave her the evil eye. Once class ended she introduced herself as Hong (?) (some onomatopoeia that was unintelligible because of her whispering) and then wanted to shake my hand. How could I have avoided the situation? If only I could go through life like those choose your adventure books, but be able to go to the answer and go back if I chose the wrong path. Then my choices at the time would have been: spit in her face, walk up and leave, or give a fake name. She had this nerdy yet attractive look to her, like one of those fake librarians you see in porn, except without the demonstratively augmented breasts and in a nonsexual way.

Oh yeah, after being NICE to her, I immediately got sick after that class ended and had to run to the bathroom. Seriously. My stomach literally rejected the idea of being sincere.

The next 3 people I met were around 2 to plan our neuropharm project. A woman working in an animal clinic on the East Bay, a black woman, and this blonde hair, blue-eyed guy. Oh the blonde hair and blue eyes- my heart was aflutter, in a nonsexual way. It did feel shameful on some level because I have this limited space in my mind that can only fit more friends in if I take others out, and here I have someone with hair and eyes blonder and bluer than Drab's, and a black woman who doesn't front. I'd still need a Jew, more ethnic peoples, southern belles, a veritable platter of the world. I could care less about the girl in a relationship. Don't make me explain.

Last person I actually met in my last class. I could have cared less, yet she ended up on the same bus as me heading to the exact same stop because she lived along 19th and Taradise. Maybe I would replace Clare with her in this scenario. This would be one of those occasions where I could normally describe someone as "nice," but why bother? Yes, yes, everybody is beautiful, blah blah blah. Some are just born more beautiful than others. Hmm, those two ideas shouldn't be in the same sentence. Some may misconstrue it as me connecting Clare and the girl to hideous abominations. Meh.

Leigh-ugh's putting up her dukes and proposing that we have another eating contest. As long as there's no feta cheese, I accept your challenge!

Now if there's nothing better to do tonight, I'm going to learn swing, jump, jive, wail. Wah!