Social Graces

Two days away til camp. Suddenly feeling pretty anxious, particularly since I remembered I dislike dealing with loooads of people-- you can say I'm finicky and all that blah but don't call me anti-social, because (as I often tell people) it's a mental disorder-- and I'm not crazy, yet. (And I hate it when people use the term loosely.) Bianca's also talking on the phone with a camp friend in this irritatingly GUSHY voice. Which means that she's mutating into this girly-girl-I'm-like-yeaaah-uhuh thing. EW.

Drives me up the wall, thinking about it.

But then, maybe it wouldn't be that bad. It's just a matter of going with teh flow, you know what I'm saying? You talk, I talk back, which is a pretty simple thing to remember in the rules of etiquette for dummies. That is, of course, if I like you enough to go through the pain of being polite. In my world, when I have nothing to say to you, I leave it at that. Simple. I mean, why cut off your arm trying to make decent conversation with a stranger when it all boils down to being awkward? As far as I go, embarrassment is not my friend (unless you're sadistic), the same way bad photos are. Makes me hate myself.

Oooh, angsty line over there.

Why do I feel like clawing someone's eyes out?
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Tennis tomorrow. More intense butt-firming activities. Hooray.