Washette
This is my Washington Society Profile: �Meg is a first year who enjoys jell-o, Hanson, and dancing in front of her mirror. She joins us from Roanoke, Virginia � a city whose claim to fame is the world�s largest man-made, neon, mountaintop star. No joke. Her aspirations include fixing the world, re-setting the western beauty standard, and making the first contact with extra-terrestrial life. Meg�s family, collectively owns three full-sized Star Trek cardboard cut-outs, and of all four hobbits. She makes no qualms about being a gigantic dork � in fact, she�s considering starting a facebook group. When Meg�s not falling down a staircase/ dropping things in the dining hall/ falling off of the edge of the sidewalk, she is the picture of poise and grace. Actually, that�s not true � but she IS good for a laugh the ten or twelve times a day she falls down. She has no idea what she wants to major in, since Mr. Jefferson�s fine University does not offer �freakin� awesome� as a major.�
I added people from the Wash contact list to my buddy list, but now I�m too nervous to IM any of them because it seems like an illegitimate way to get anyone�s contact information, except in the event of an emergency. We didn�t exchange information in real life, these people don�t want to talk to me.
I thought after reading his livejournal (what? he linked it from his profile � which I got from the contact list) that he would be deconstructed, less intimidating, easier to approach with text. I thought wrong. Aloof. Talented. Intimidating. For now, I will just stare at the buddy list, willing them to send messages to a name none of them have. Willing them all to remember meeting me every Thursday. More than that, willing to remember and like me. Please. Pretty, pretty, pretty please.
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