If you don't know me that well, that won't mean much.
If you do, well, I'm just as stunned as you are. I was expecting, like, 70%?
Shivering with antici...
(bonus marks to anyone who gets that reference :-)
National programming contest today and tomorrow! Butterflies in the stomach; can't hardly
Slimy. I feel slimy.
And I just realized it. I've been making a concerted effort since I arrived (6 months ago) to be more outgoing, friendly; effervescent, even. To wrench myself away from the shy (yes, shy. Maybe not around people I know, but around people I don't know) person I was.
And to a large extent, it's worked. Lots of friends easily made, meeting lots of people.
But it's taking its toll. And I'm seriously beginning to feel like it's all a fa�ade, that I'm being untrue to myself (to thine own self always be true, this above all, neh?) in some sense. Slimy, like I said.
But this, as all things, will pass, I'm sure.
(and yeah, where the fawk did this Shakespeare bent come from all of a sudden?)