...just try not to do anything stupid

First day of sixth form tomorrow.

[It's interesting to note, that single sentence gives away a surprising number of personal details - the obvious one, my rough age; an indicator as to what area of the country I live in, seen as different counties have different term dates; a definite clue as to where I'll be this time tomorrow. Funny old world.]

So. Yeah. New year, new school, new beginnings. Paradise, clearly.

Ask anyone at the school I've been going to for the last two years, and they'll most likely attest to the simple fact that I am socially awkward when confronted with an influx of new people. I'm generally okay, provided the group I'm in is relatively small and likeable, and/or I have friends to just bum around with, making contact with "the others" unnecessary, if standoffish, but that's too bad. Unfortunately for me, the school I'm starting is three times the size of the one I've just come from, and I have one friend moving with me. 

When I'm nervous, I do one of three things:

1. Lose the ability to speak
2. When I regain it, inevitably blather on about nothing, speech gaining in speed and incoherence as I panic
3. At some point, attempt inappropriate physical contact

To put it bluntly, I'm buggered.

[On the upside, I've just figured out how to do numbered lists on this thing.]

I'm seriously scared of messing up. Everyone knows that first impressions really matter - and, as I've been saying, I'm monumentally bad at them. I highly suspect the reason it took me so long to make friends at my old school was because the large majority of the year had me down as a neurotic redhead taking a half-arsed vow of silence with nothing better to talk about than the shape of clouds and a habit of hugging complete strangers.

Bleh. Sometimes I wish I could file away my social retardedness, like I do with my nails. But then if I did, would I be the same person? Most likely not.

This rather witty cartoon cheers me up. Kudos to whoever gave the card to Luke.

Quote of the day: You see, Mud Boy, goblins are stupid. I'm not insulting them. It's a proven fact. Brains no bigger than rats. One of the Goblin's generals, and this is their top fairy, was caught trying to pass off a forged credit card by signing his own name. [Foaly, Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident]