Yesterday was the last final of the semester. Biochemistry. It went okay.
A bunch of people went to a bar afterwards. A lot of people stopped in for a drink and left quickly. Maybe 15 or so people me included were left after two hours and we went to another bar.
I had a drunk friend (well, facebook classmate) tell me that she admired me. Great. She’s some random married thirty-three year old woman and was quite drunk but I could tell that she in general had a positive opinion of me. That’s great, I guess. I could always use more admiration. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard something like this from just random females who think that I’m like Martin Luther King, Jr or something. Like I’m a civil rights leader and I have great courage and I somehow stand out with my hollow rhetoric trampling down the mountain like a wolf on the fold. So I have the admiration of my peers or something, but I really don’t know what laurels that would earn me (or even if that in itself is a laurel if I do not necessarily think it so. Is it subjective to the beholder, the beholdee, or an outside party? Is it? IS IT?!?!).
It was fun because I met a lot of people who I hadn’t really talked to before. Drunk admiring facebook-friend status classmate is good friends with the class rep (some random guy who others like personally, one of those “good with people” alpha types who legitimately are good with people, but also have a bit of an asshole streak to them. Also he’s like 30 and married and has dogs with his wife. He has impressive facial hair and a build where you can tell he works out, but not to a point where he’s increased the size of certain muscles to freakish proportions. He had a bit about how
It was also interesting meeting a bunch of people whom I hadn’t talked to but had seen every day for the last three months. People who I thought would be cold, distant, and self-interested were in fact really nice. Other people had stereotypes reaffirmed. I guess I’ll talk about some of my classmates.
There’s this one girl who’s nice to a disgusting degree. I used to run a triviabot on IRC, and you could write scripts for the bot to greet people and be nice to them. I could basically write a three kilobyte text document to run as a script that would copy her personality exactly. She went to Catholic school and doesn’t understand any sex jokes. And she always writes people nice messages and shit. It’s icky. Other people feel this way as well.
There’s this other girl who has a dramatic variance in physical appearance. (Warning: gender-normative discussion follows.) On some days she looks amazing, like 9/10. But then on some days she’s wearing very little makeup and she’s wearing sweats and she makes really weird faces when she’s talking and it’s like, yikes. 3/10. She has a large standard deviation.
Actually I don’t really care too much to talk to anyone else. Oh, there’s this one girl who dresses really well every day and it’s nice that she’s trying. I admire that.