On television, you just go right up and be friends and it ends happily ever with secks and hugs for all.
I wouldn't be saying I'm antisocial(or maybe I am.) but I'm saying that I don't have the guts to do that. What if it doesn't go right? What if I ruin this hypothetical relationship? What if we never become friends again?
In the meantime the kid has no idea who I am while I'm worrying about our sexual tension.
Oh man am I cool.
In my experiences, 99% of these potential friendships/sexual awkwardness are lost becoming, "Ugh, it's too much time, the moment has passed, I guess I'll give up."
BUT. The 1% of these chances that I've said to myself, "Screw it, 99% of the world doesn't want me. That leaves more than fifty thousand people that want to be friends with me right?" and gone for the gold, I've been granted with the most awesome people in my life. :]
Kay mushy mushy is over.
So I finalized my decision to stay in Stuyvesant or not. I'm just really sad about it. I think I would've been sad even if I picked the other one, but I think that I'm just an idiot who, if two cups of identical water were in front of me, I'd never get anything done. There's a tiny chance of me being able to transfer to Cardozo in my sophmore year depending if they love me enough and if I get in touch with their offices. So I guess all hope is not lost, and I guess I'll maintain my lowly 85 average. Yeah you heard me right, I'm not goin' anywhere but I'm failing.
But I guess I wouldn't be that great in Cardozo as people tell me I would. Look at me. I'm writing a blog instead of studying for finals. This late at night even. At best, I'd be in the top 100 of cardozo. It's best to be in Stuyvesant with an less than great average and getting that stuy diploma than at dozo with a low 90 average that I probably can't keep up.
Ah well.
End with funny... end with funny... uhh.
I found that boob I bought.
-Linda
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