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So I've made it to GT. This is what I wanted, right? This is why I showed up to class, why I bothered taking SATs, why I considered taking APs, and overall the only reason I put out any minimal effort. Right?
It seems that any time I begin to like the place I'm living in, I move. I wasn't all too smitten with the idea of making new friends, and lets just say that when I did get to Tech I didn't feel particularly charming. People have their own connections already, and all the freshmen I got the wonderful pleasure of meeting turned out to be exactly the type of people I was hoping to avoid. I go up to someone, and they ask me about my hobbies and I naturally reply with "gaming and computers" and they say "oh. I really like sports." and then some random person from across the hall will poke his head up and go "Sports?! I LOVE SPORTS!" and they go off together just chatting "sports sports sports sports sports".
After getting over a little bit of differences, the dorm isn't so terrible. My computer works... so thats nice. It's so disgustingly obvious which corner of the room is mine. It goes in a gradient from one bed being frilly and florescent, to one just being a minimalist setup, the other with a bunch of colorful clothing (most with rhinestones) and then me. The corner of darkness, black and DESSTRRRUUUCCCTTIIIOOONNN. o_o; Besides being the only one with two moniters, I'm the only one with a desktop PC. My sheets are black, my closet contains all black clothes, and my lamp has a kitty hat on it.
On the rare occasion that I do meet cool people (and it is VERY rare), I freeze up and can't say anything. It's not that I'm supressing what I want to say, my brain just produces the "durrr" reply. New people make me nervous. Everything makes me nervous. I've been a ball of nerves since I got here. As days go by, I just begin to hate Tech more. But I guess I should wait it out till classes.
There's just no reason to get out of bed.
It seems that any time I begin to like the place I'm living in, I move. I wasn't all too smitten with the idea of making new friends, and lets just say that when I did get to Tech I didn't feel particularly charming. People have their own connections already, and all the freshmen I got the wonderful pleasure of meeting turned out to be exactly the type of people I was hoping to avoid. I go up to someone, and they ask me about my hobbies and I naturally reply with "gaming and computers" and they say "oh. I really like sports." and then some random person from across the hall will poke his head up and go "Sports?! I LOVE SPORTS!" and they go off together just chatting "sports sports sports sports sports".
After getting over a little bit of differences, the dorm isn't so terrible. My computer works... so thats nice. It's so disgustingly obvious which corner of the room is mine. It goes in a gradient from one bed being frilly and florescent, to one just being a minimalist setup, the other with a bunch of colorful clothing (most with rhinestones) and then me. The corner of darkness, black and DESSTRRRUUUCCCTTIIIOOONNN. o_o; Besides being the only one with two moniters, I'm the only one with a desktop PC. My sheets are black, my closet contains all black clothes, and my lamp has a kitty hat on it.
On the rare occasion that I do meet cool people (and it is VERY rare), I freeze up and can't say anything. It's not that I'm supressing what I want to say, my brain just produces the "durrr" reply. New people make me nervous. Everything makes me nervous. I've been a ball of nerves since I got here. As days go by, I just begin to hate Tech more. But I guess I should wait it out till classes.
There's just no reason to get out of bed.