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Sometimes I can't believe myself. I've learned all of this already, but I magically go and screw up my grades due to second-guessing and stupid mistakes. As a result, I was really sad and wallowed in self-pity for a day, but now I'm back in the game and hopefully ready to do well and destroy the curve. Eh, wishful thinking. But hopefully I'll be above the average unlike my chem midterm. I have to get my act together.

My midterm score really demoralized me for a while and made me feel incredibly guilty about ordering video games off Amazon several hours before I found out. I don't even know why I bought them - I haven't played anything since school started and I definitely don't deserve them. The grade I got on my first paper in my lit class was also a little disheartening - B+. I know I can do better, and I'm over it now.

My friend from San Francisco came and visited my friend and me over the weekend, which really made my day. But listening to the two of them talk about all of their activities made me feel incredibly unsocial and inactive. It's so hard for me to take initiative though since I worry too much about what would happen... there I go again with my slight social anxiety issues.

Well, I tried changing that today as I actually went to my first club meeting for AMSA (American Medical Student Association) since I'm at the point where I really need to meet people since I spend way too much time alone. I also have this lingering desire to get into med school, since deep down in my heart I want to be a medical examiner even though I know with my grades I'm probably not cut out to do it. With my antisocial nature, I'm quite certain that I would be perfectly fine interacting with dead people than live ones though. But in all honesty, that's what I want to do when I "grow up". For now, I'm just trying to keep med school open as an option.

The club brought over a group of med students from my school's graduate school of medicine and they've really inspired me to do well my first two years of college. At the rate I'm going though, I really have to pick it up and do my best, which means countless trips to the library. I've discovered that the fourth floor of my library is definitely the quietest and I go there quite often to set up shop and do work for several hours. I usually to the library to avoid the excessive noise that my floormates make and don't come back until past quiet hours, as they're usually most active at night and in the afternoon. In short, they suck.

Why do I hate people so much? I want to make friends and connections, but it's just so difficult for me to even start a conversation with anyone here, much less open up. In fact, the only people I've been talking to on a regular basis are my two high school friends, but they're usually too busy with all the stuff going on in their schools. Ahh. Why am I so antisocial? It's so difficult to like people.

Thursday's my day off, which means I go to the Starbucks downtown to study. I think I'm going to try a different drink this time, since their Frappuccinos are rather expensive. Sigh, Starbucks. What would I do without you? Oh, that reminds me, I have a free coupon for a tall drink at the Starbucks at the ARC! Hah, I may put this to good use now.

I haven't written anything in a while, haven't I? Well, it's been about a month since school has started and luckily I haven't been drowning in work despite the fact I'm taking more credits than recommended for freshmen. There isn't that much work involved in my classes, other than occasional papers for comparative literature and linguistics. Yes, there are quizzes in math and midterms coming up, but nothing too major.

I had my first chemistry midterm yesterday and it wasn't too bad. I'm hoping that I did better than the average at least. I don't particularly like having a 7:10PM class since I'm unaccustomed to night classes and it's kind of hard for me to concentrate. Not to mention the seats in the lecture hall are pretty squeaky and there are about 300-400 people in the room, so just imagine the noise. No matter - the material isn't too difficult, as I've learned most of it three years ago but forgot it all. This serves as a more in-depth refresher.

After my midterm, I retreated to the 24-hour reading room, my new-found haven. I thought the library would be opened, since it usually closes around 12AM, but for some reason it wasn't. At least the reading room was, marking this my first visit there. The only reason I was out at night was because last night was "Poker Night" on my floor, which meant excessive noise. Have I mentioned that I've decided that I didn't like my floor? Well, I think most of the individuals are fine by themselves (as in I could hold a decent conversation with them), but the noise level is unbearable when they band together as one entity. The girls shout and scream while the guys roar with laughter. I can't concentrate on anything other than plotting on how to massacre them. There's only one person on my floor who I actually hung out with, but it wasn't really a hang-out, more of a study session at the Starbucks downtown on Thursday. Yep, my neighbors like to play loud music on their Bose speakers, meaning I get a lot of the bass on my side of the wall. I don't spend a whole lot of time in my room anymore based on these reasons - in fact, I haven't even gone to my housing area's dining commons in the longest time.

Instead, I go to the one on the other end of school where my friends are. Yes, Safire has friends! They're mostly the girls from orientation, give or take some other acquaintances. They're definitely more my type of people and I'd choose them over my overly-social floor any day. On Saturdays, we have movie night, which once even involved cooking and eating good food. Hopefully I can grow closer to them!

Anyway, back to my reading room story. So I went in after class, sat down, and pulled out my buttload of reading I had to do. Yay for productive Friday nights. About thirty minutes later, a guy comes in and sits down across from me. Using my peripheral vision, I try to get a good look at him, but I couldn't without coming off as creepy. I thought it was someone from my high school who was a year older than me, but I wasn't entirely sure since his hair was a darker color than I remembered. "Maybe it's his evil twin." I made a mental note to ask my friend later to look him up on Facebook and see what college he attended to confirm my suspicions, as I lack a Facebook. Three hours later, when I pull out my earphones and am getting ready to leave, he addresses me and asked if I went to my high school. So pretty much we sat in silence across from each other for three hours wondering if the other is someone we recognize. Apparently, he looked me up on Facebook to confirm his suspicions since he had his laptop with him, but I don't have one. Eh, I don't even know. The whole situation was rather amusing though.

On another note, I fell off my friend's bike and ripped my tights, which makes me sad. The only reason I fell off of it was because I was used to my tiny 24-inch wheels that when trying her 26-inch, I miscalculated when dismounting and my leg got caught somewhere, causing me to fall. I'm so amazing.

I have a math midterm on Friday, but I'm not too worried since I learned most of this material three years ago. The only thing that bugs me about math is the grading policy - even if you get the answers right and show your work, you have to state why this is the right answer, which is a new concept to me. Why can't I just do math without having to write down the definition of continuity and linearity? The time the professor gives us isn't enough either (5 minutes). EH. OH WELL.

I really ought to write more about my amazingly exciting life. Maybe I'll actually stick to this promise. Maybe.

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