Today I finally got up the nerve to do something I have been trying to convince myself to do for a good three weeks now. Have a legit conversation with the guy who sits behind me in song writing. We came to the conclusion that he could be a hobo. An insanely obnoxious completely awesome hobo. And I just realized that if my teacher saw this she would have a conniption.
Well, I also accomplished talking to a new person. My introduction? "I don't care if you write a random poem about me. But, FYI, I am beyond weird, so have fun!" then I hopped to my seat like some idiotic rabbit and began writing furiously. she came over began talking about why exactly i am weird. So, even though I am afraid of a creature i came up with, I am not weird. Yeah... okay... what?
Today the debate continued and I said that if I am not weird i most certainly am a nerd and began spouting off words in Celtic and other long lost languages. By Celtic, I mean the words common to all the Celts, not Irish like some people believe. So as I continued with I love tatsus (dragon in Japanese) she just shook her head and laughed. "You're not weird. Or a dork. You're normal."
My mouth gaped open.