The (silent) goal: makes some friends this year.
The procedure: smile more, try to make conversation.
The progress: fair to good.
Qualitative results: have acquired several acquaintances through Aboriginal Health that I would feel comfortable saying hi to on the street.
The prognosis: will become Miss Popular of foresher medicine by year five. Hold onto your hats, people.
Seriously guys, the wonders of a smile. I've been trying (I don't really want to say this in case Big Michelle says, "I haven't noticed you trying," because that will make me sad) to smile more. I smiled at this girl called either Francesca or Joy (I can't actually remember... is this bad?) the other day at the library when she was on the computer opposite us and she gave me the most stunning smile back and it made me so happy inside. Both the smile and the fact that she recognized me.
I am a woman of simple joys. Also, apparently a friendless hermit who has never been beguiled with a smile before.
I keep checking all the download websites I usually use to see if they've put up the latest PLL episode... which hasn't even shown in the US yet so I'm basically checking stupidly and out of desperation. I just can't control myself. I'm skipping tomorrow because we have no labs so it's just two lectures. As soon as Big Michelle told me this, I was resolute on not going so I can obsesssively check the internet and watch that shit.
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About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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