I am a total embarrassment to myself. No, I haven't just realised this - it has just been brought further to my attention today. In order to remedy my uselessness in class, ie. not saying a damn word for the entire two hours, I attempted to say some very intelligent things to the seminar leader (a man I like to call Ed Wood. I don't know why, so do not ask), as well as to the class. Instead I spouted some very suspect, peculiar words, said "um.." fifty time in thirty seconds, apologised for being stupid, and then shut up. Which would have been fine, but I then did the exact same thing again, not six minutes later. Thankfully, this time I was rescued by a kindly group member who said, "what she means to say is...". At least someone knows what I'm talking about, even if it isn't me.
This weekend, to conclude my week of embarrassing things, we are having yet another rubbish party that no one will attend. I do like to pretend that I am insanely popular, so it comes as a particular blow when no one you know comes to your party. This time, I have a plan. I just haven't invited anyone. That way, when no one turns up, I will not be surprised or hurt. I am the queen of optimism. And also logic.
On a more surprising note, I have finished one of my essays. I am excited by this fact. I may do a dance. I say finished, I have done the brunt of the work, and am ignoring all the typos and ugly sentences. Which, inevitably, I will forget to correct, and will therefore lose A THOUSAND MARKS for being careless. I only care slightly.
Not much else to report today, for I am going out shopping to buy the Boy a Valentines gift that costs only £1.20. Not a joke.
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