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[bedlamsbard]

I am so bad at social situations. God damn it. I suck at this shit, and I hate having to start over from scratch so I'm not even trying, and I know I'm not even trying.

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[almostinstinct.livejournal.com]

Oh, god, I remember my first year. For the first month it was sort of a social free-for-all, no rules, no propriety, you just went up to anyone who looked likely and said "Hi, I'm Sgrio," and hoped for the best. I went from group to group to group, met people piecemeal (my first friend, Mary, I met while we were hiking Hadrian's wall. A girl and her father asked me to take photographs of them. Two weeks later I noticed the girl next to me in the lab was uploading some familiar pictures...). She introduced me to A. I went to a jazz night and met T and T2 and Vicky, and I met Steve... I don't remember where I met Steve.

Anyways, I went into the cafeteria, and there they were- every last person I'd met that week (each on their own), all sitting at the same table. It was like something out of a wacky indie movie, or maybe we were all just on the same wavelength.

So give it time. It'll come. *hugs*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

*headdesk* I'm just so bad at it, and what's more, I was here a week early for a "get to know New Orleans" program -- seventeen girls that I saw everyday, and of them, I still only talk to one on a regular basis, mostly because we have really similar interests. I'm kicking myself for having not done marching band.

Hey, at least at this point, I'm just of the opinion I can try it all again next year when I'm a sophomore, and I'll make friends next year should not be the phrase of the day. It doesn't help that I'm in one of those incredibly bitter post-high school moods where I just don't see the point of having to do this all again, because, hey, after four years I'll probably never see these people again, so hey! Why should I give a damn now? (Yes, I know that's a horrible headspace to be in. Just to make things clear, I do actually have friends on campus.)

[almostinstinct.livejournal.com]

*more hugs*

I'm writing that Pevencest fic now. *headdesk* Peter/Susan/Edmund/Lucy, all at once.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I know it sounds like I'm desperate -- hell, if I was desperate, I'd rush (Tulane rushes at the start of second semester), but I'm not desperate. I'm just frustrated by my complete inability to be something even resembling a normal human being.

Heh. Peta is bitching out Reepicheep for being an idiot and starting the war early.

[almostinstinct.livejournal.com]

\o/

Poor Reepicheep.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Not only is he getting utterly disgraced in front of everyone, he's also getting relieved of his command.

[almostinstinct.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. *gives him some cheese*

Edmund's seducing Peter. He's being very Machiavellian about it. *headtilt*


...yeah, that's about right.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

He's also being imprisoned. Peta's really pissed. (Well, the guy did disobey her orders, start the war early, tip off Miraz, get Edmund hurt, and get a dozen Narnians killed. He's getting off easy.)

Oooh. How do you manage to Machiavelli up a seduction?