I didn't win the lottery, btw.

It's like a piece of my life fell off, and I've just now noticed. I'm writing this paper about my ethnic identity (news flash: I have one. Not really, I'm the living, breathing unmarked signifier here -- my grandparents had a pair of freaking wooden shoes on the hearth, does that count?) and Bob only knows how, but I got to thinking about how I used to chat with people and what an important part of my life that was. Not people I knew (at least not until my bbff went off to college and we continued the awkwardness into cyberspace), just people I ran into -- how the hell did one "run into" people on AOL? I have no idea. But I remember talking for long hours with a girl who lived in Florida, pululalu. No idea what her real name was, and I'm sure I never gave her mine.

I miss her.

So it turns out that all I need to do is pop some Jackson Browne in, listen to it through headphones, and write about high school to have a revelation and completely bork my perspective on daily life. Of course, the perspective I've been going around with recently has needed a good borking, so this has worked out nicely.

Oh, and apparently I haven't outgrown the old social anxiety. Sitting around working on a class project, no problem. Put the class project away and chat on the way to the bus stop? Total internal freakout. But on the internet, nobody notices that you're sweating profusely and clenching your jaw unattractively!

All of this is to say, I want new chat friends. I'm orooni on the messaging program associated with that juggernaut internet searching website. Message me. I promise not to judge you -- I'll be too busy trying to keep my hands from shaking so much I can't type!