A Digression (Or Dear Britta, It’s Time to Get Your Shit Together…Again)

Hey you, yeah I’m talking to you. You’re becoming the laziest person I know. How bout you snap out of that right now?

I’m talking about myself, of course.

Since spring break, I have been the laziest. A couple days of productivity here and there. But mostly lazier than lazy. Even writing this post is going to be a struggle. I can already tell. I don’t want to do anything right now. BUT I HAVE Continue reading “A Digression (Or Dear Britta, It’s Time to Get Your Shit Together…Again)”

The Reality of Senior Year

The closer it gets to the end of the semester, the more I’ve been blogging.

I’ve posted everyday for the past four days. Seems a little excessive considering that I presented my history senior seminar on Tuesday (which went rather well) and have papers sporadically due up until the last day of finals.

My motivation has been so lackluster lately that I was up until 5 am finishing a paper last night. I easily could have been finished with this paper by midnight or even 11 had I not been distracted for about five hours.

Two years ago, as the over achieving sophomore that I was, I would have been extremely embarrassed by my obvious lack of work ethic. Now? I’m too exhausted and way too over this semester to care. I’m tired of the projects I used to get Continue reading “The Reality of Senior Year”

Once Upon a Time a Socially Awkward Introvert was Interested in Dating…

I’m just going to put this out there–I’m an incredibly socially awkward person.

Small talk is the bane of my existence.

There is absolutely nothing more awkward for me than sitting with someone I’ve just met and not knowing what to say to them. No, no, I take that back–what’s even worse is when I’m sitting with someone I have known for a little while from a particularly setting (say work or class). I can talk with them in that setting or about something related to that setting without a problem, but when it comes to making other conversation, I fail miserably.

Keeping up a conversation with someone whom I’m not 100% comfortable with is just plain rough. It’s not that I don’t try; it’s more that when I’m in the moment, my mind goes numb as I frantically think of something intelligent to say…and when I do think of something, it usually comes out as more idiotic than anything else. My go to conversation starter is, “How are you?” which really can only get you so far. Last night, I asked my friend this as I sat down to dinner and she responded with, “I hate that question!” “I’m sorry,” I replied. “I’m feeling exceptionally socially awkward today and don’t know what else to say.” (Yes, that really was my response…hey, at least I was being honest!)

This, my friends, is why I prefer writing over talking.

So, naturally, dating is something that I don’t really do. Quite frankly, I don’t even know how to go on a proper date. I’ve had one boyfriend in my life, and I’m still kind of puzzled about how I even managed that.  When my roommates in D.C. Continue reading “Once Upon a Time a Socially Awkward Introvert was Interested in Dating…”

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