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minervasoloGot a break between lessons, so here I am. Can't find the people I normally hang out with at this time. :(
I always seem to attach myself to outgoing, popular people. All of my friends have lots of friends who I don't know. his doesn't bother me, I enjoy meeting all these people, but I feel I out to be making friends outside of our normal group. Girl said hi to me a short while ago. Turned out she's one of Rosie's friends, and sat with us at lunch a few days ago. I recognised her, but was stunned that she recognised me and that she decided to say hi. I think my stunnedness made her think i didn't recognise her. Oops. It was flattering, really. H is always trying to convince me I'm much more popular than I think I am, and that everyone likes me. I know this is probably true, but I get the impression people think I'm nice because they don't know who exactly I am, and I keep a relatively low profile among new people.
Keep getting told I'm abnormally happy. Told H that until I came tocollege I thought unhappiness was abnormal. I guess I jsut had unusually balanced friends back at GHS. Yes, there's irony in there. Espceially when our year wa conisdered most in need of a pyschiatrist. 1 attempted suicide, at least five people cutting their wrists, a bulimic, an anorexic, a compulsive liar and a large number of spoilt bratty bitches... Oh the joys of private all girl schools. It's where I learnt to bitch. Of course, I blame a lot of things on GHS, most of which it doesn't deserve. Honest,i did enjoy my time there. I'm jsut also enjoying my time here. Guys look at my breasts. I doesn't take much to keep me happy. ^_^
Long update. Not unusual, for me. And since LJs work at school, unlike blogs, I can get away with updating multiple times a day.
I meant to put poetry up once in a while. I'll start with one of my favourites, just becasue it's sappy:
Friend
When your world comes crashing down
And the sky falls on your head
I will be there
To clear up the wreckage
And clean up the rubble
And pick up the pieces
And set you free
So you can fly again.
See, I like that poem. Not real reason why. It's certainly one of my better ones.
I always seem to attach myself to outgoing, popular people. All of my friends have lots of friends who I don't know. his doesn't bother me, I enjoy meeting all these people, but I feel I out to be making friends outside of our normal group. Girl said hi to me a short while ago. Turned out she's one of Rosie's friends, and sat with us at lunch a few days ago. I recognised her, but was stunned that she recognised me and that she decided to say hi. I think my stunnedness made her think i didn't recognise her. Oops. It was flattering, really. H is always trying to convince me I'm much more popular than I think I am, and that everyone likes me. I know this is probably true, but I get the impression people think I'm nice because they don't know who exactly I am, and I keep a relatively low profile among new people.
Keep getting told I'm abnormally happy. Told H that until I came tocollege I thought unhappiness was abnormal. I guess I jsut had unusually balanced friends back at GHS. Yes, there's irony in there. Espceially when our year wa conisdered most in need of a pyschiatrist. 1 attempted suicide, at least five people cutting their wrists, a bulimic, an anorexic, a compulsive liar and a large number of spoilt bratty bitches... Oh the joys of private all girl schools. It's where I learnt to bitch. Of course, I blame a lot of things on GHS, most of which it doesn't deserve. Honest,i did enjoy my time there. I'm jsut also enjoying my time here. Guys look at my breasts. I doesn't take much to keep me happy. ^_^
Long update. Not unusual, for me. And since LJs work at school, unlike blogs, I can get away with updating multiple times a day.
I meant to put poetry up once in a while. I'll start with one of my favourites, just becasue it's sappy:
Friend
When your world comes crashing down
And the sky falls on your head
I will be there
To clear up the wreckage
And clean up the rubble
And pick up the pieces
And set you free
So you can fly again.
See, I like that poem. Not real reason why. It's certainly one of my better ones.
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Date: 25/3/03 07:45 am (UTC)