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I've been sort of...horribly depressed this past week, and as a result I haven't been around much. So, sorry for that.
The Japanophile guy in my T'ai Chi class talked to me yesterday, despite my attempts at shooing him away with my mind. He started out with talking about how he visited his Grandfather the other day who's declining rapidly and will very probably die soon. Then he talked about how he helps at the x-box booth during Comic-Con and how he has some-or-other position online. And all of this conversation interspersed with declarations about how meeting people is hard for him and a large dose of self deprecation. I shook his cold hand and introduced myself. I do not remember his name.
Am I a total bitch to have no interest in talking to this guy? Some people might consider him less of a loser than I am, but I really have no interest in him or in any of his problems. Really, I find it difficult to like most people. I don't want to hang out with people who bore me and share none of my interests. I've done that before and I get very little out of it. This is also why I have no friends outside of the internet.
This week, I skipped a lot of my homework because I simply didn't feel up to doing much of anything, but I'll have to get around to doing at least some of it. I did, however, ask my mom about jobs at the casino and she talked to the guy who runs the restaurants and things...and I've submitted my application for both the hostess and busser positions. So maybe if he doesn't deem me worthy to stand around and make reservations, I can go around and clean up tables. Still haven't gotten a call for either of them, but we'll see.
Since my computer reformatting experience, I've run into one problem: I have no idea where the case for my Microsoft Office suite is, and it wants the key code. The last time I saw any of that was in the computer box...which is now inexplicably filled with my mother's papers. The customer service thing basically says "you're screwed" on the subject, so I'll have to tear my room apart and see if it somehow ended up here. I have no idea.
The Japanophile guy in my T'ai Chi class talked to me yesterday, despite my attempts at shooing him away with my mind. He started out with talking about how he visited his Grandfather the other day who's declining rapidly and will very probably die soon. Then he talked about how he helps at the x-box booth during Comic-Con and how he has some-or-other position online. And all of this conversation interspersed with declarations about how meeting people is hard for him and a large dose of self deprecation. I shook his cold hand and introduced myself. I do not remember his name.
Am I a total bitch to have no interest in talking to this guy? Some people might consider him less of a loser than I am, but I really have no interest in him or in any of his problems. Really, I find it difficult to like most people. I don't want to hang out with people who bore me and share none of my interests. I've done that before and I get very little out of it. This is also why I have no friends outside of the internet.
This week, I skipped a lot of my homework because I simply didn't feel up to doing much of anything, but I'll have to get around to doing at least some of it. I did, however, ask my mom about jobs at the casino and she talked to the guy who runs the restaurants and things...and I've submitted my application for both the hostess and busser positions. So maybe if he doesn't deem me worthy to stand around and make reservations, I can go around and clean up tables. Still haven't gotten a call for either of them, but we'll see.
Since my computer reformatting experience, I've run into one problem: I have no idea where the case for my Microsoft Office suite is, and it wants the key code. The last time I saw any of that was in the computer box...which is now inexplicably filled with my mother's papers. The customer service thing basically says "you're screwed" on the subject, so I'll have to tear my room apart and see if it somehow ended up here. I have no idea.