My days are like. Evenly split between feelings of impending doom and crippling impostor syndrome, and loling at the sheer studentiness of my life.
E.g. I am in that weird, I-know-her-name-because-it's-on-her-door-but-we-never-actually-introduced-ourselves space with my sixth flatmate. Her room was empty for a while, except then I noticed NEW AND UNFAMILIAR DISHES in the kitchen, except then I think I ran into her at crazy o'clock in the morning when I went in search of a glass of water, only I wasn't wearing my glasses and in blurry-night-vision-mode she is very easily mistakeable for flatmate #5, and NOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. WE HAVE JUST BEEN SAYING 'HI' SINCE.
Maybe I will suggest a group dinner or something for next weekend.
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E.g. I am in that weird, I-know-her-name-because-it's-on-her-door-but-we-never-actually-introduced-ourselves space with my sixth flatmate. Her room was empty for a while, except then I noticed NEW AND UNFAMILIAR DISHES in the kitchen, except then I think I ran into her at crazy o'clock in the morning when I went in search of a glass of water, only I wasn't wearing my glasses and in blurry-night-vision-mode she is very easily mistakeable for flatmate #5, and NOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. WE HAVE JUST BEEN SAYING 'HI' SINCE.
Maybe I will suggest a group dinner or something for next weekend.
So awkward.
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