La Boheme, c'est pas pour moi:

Every now and then, it seems like I'm doomed to be uncool no matter how hard I try to appear otherwise. At age 23, you'd think you'd have a better idea of how to meet cool new people. Apparently not in my case - I'm just as awkward as when I was 11, and I'm still absolutly crap at socialising in a group situation.

So I got invited by an acquaintance / pal to a party hosted by him and his roomies at their refurbished converted-Chinatown-restaurant-warehouse apartment. Not knowing who else he invited, I figured I'd prolly bump into someone I know and get to meet my host's other cool bohemian friends. Within 2 minutes of arrival, I said hi to my acquaintance-pal, got a beer (I NEVER drink beer - but then there was only that, whiskey or bourbon), took a sip, looked around, saw no one I knew, then poured beer all over myself and the floor when the plastic cup split. Bloody fantastic. Even though I recognised the DJ, who I think is this ex-Media Lab > Harvard GSD Indian dude that I had fancied a while back, my instinctive reflex was to dive for the exit. Down 3 flights of 80 degree stairs, and I was on my way back to the T station.

Why can't I just be comfortable amongst strangers? Why am I so bloody self-conscious?
Seems like the mistakes I make keep repeating themselves. Urgh.
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Speaking of self-repeating mistakes, I've just heard about Goldfish Memory, a flick about singles in Dublin making the same mistakes in love over and over on different people. Defininitely going on my summer must-see list.
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1000 words between me and graduation. Surely I know something from 12 weeks of avant-garde art film & lit well enough to write a paper on.... *sqeezes brain* >.<