Suchfun, Suchfun

Would anyone like to join me as I travel in time to when I'm thirty, flirty, and fun?

Fine. At least, I'll have Jennifer Garner. Movie reference PIZZAZZ.

I'm quite cold in my normally sweltering apartment at night. Need more comforters, but I don't have any here. I JUST WANNA GO HOME. AND SIT IN A BLANKET NEST. IN MY SWEATPANTS. Yesterday, I decided to force myself into "real pants" because I would be out and about with people. My jeans put up a good fight, but in the end, I barely managed to dance-slash-fight-slash-hop my way into them. And strapped on a belt for good measure.

The few classmates that I have met so far have not been impressed by me. But that's probably because I feel like a nervous swamp rat who just got on the bad side of Luke Skywalker and have no energy to deal with strangers. A certain class of mine feels like I'm settling for less (for the first time in my efforts) than what I would normally pick. Usually, I tackle the biggest, farthest, highest target and get beaten up and settle for less at the end. This time, I'm settling lower from the get go. Gotta talk myself out of this slump because I detest joining a class after everyone else. To me, the disadvantage is tangible, but it's probably in my head. 

Silent word vomiting in public is not helping me right now. Stewing in nervous fidgets until the uncomfortable period between too early and prepared is over. Blech. 

I'd like my lunch now, please. 

Don't punch me because I'm turning into the kid at school who always said his favorite subjects were lunch and recess.

EDIT: I don't know what kind of a cruel god is looking down upon me, but it is not suchfun. I was sitting in an upper level class that made me nervous, and I just wanted to focus, until two super attractive and tall dudes (different types too; one blond and one brunette I should probably just stop) sat on either side of me. And since all three of us were tall folks, I squashed so that I wouldn't accidentally touch either of them. Basically, I focused on not fidgeting for most of class. Instead of - you know - the lecture.

So what we've learned today on the first day of school is that I am intimidated by attractive men.