Re: Happy Days in Random Chatter 10
Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 1:53 pm
Nap! Nap! Nap!
Also, Happy Chinese New Year, everyone!
Also, Happy Chinese New Year, everyone!
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I had a group of pseudo-friends like this in college, who occasionally remembered to invite me to parties as an afterthought because they had already invited my much cooler best friend. That's why books are cooler than cool people.UffishThought wrote:I think it's kind of like the dating point system thing in the other thread, except friendship style. This group of people is a little bit out of my friendship league, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm not selling myself well. Soon I'll have too many marks against me and I'll have to stop trying, out of common decency. Except whenever they throw some big party, which happens fairly often, I'll do what I've done before, and wrangle some moral support and go anyway, because they're so dang fun. And I float along on a happy cloud of music and silliness and nerd culture, and then once I go home worry I was TOO silly or nerdy and oh my gosh I can't dance at all, what was I thinking, trying that in public? And then I miss out on the shooting trip I was invited to that probably would have been perfectly fine because I'm cowardly and second guessing myself.Katya wrote:Aww, why do you feel rotten when you go home?
Emiliana wrote: That's why books are cooler than cool people.
I'm not sure if I know any of these people, but I always kind of felt that way about you, lady. You and L'Afro and Optimistic, and others. You were all way too cool for me. And you were my best friends in college. So just know that you once socially intimidated somebody else, and then picture all of the cool kids in their underwear or something.UffishThought wrote:I think it's kind of like the dating point system thing in the other thread, except friendship style. This group of people is a little bit out of my friendship league, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm not selling myself well. Soon I'll have too many marks against me and I'll have to stop trying, out of common decency. Except whenever they throw some big party, which happens fairly often, I'll do what I've done before, and wrangle some moral support and go anyway, because they're so dang fun. And I float along on a happy cloud of music and silliness and nerd culture, and then once I go home worry I was TOO silly or nerdy and oh my gosh I can't dance at all, what was I thinking, trying that in public? And then I miss out on the shooting trip I was invited to that probably would have been perfectly fine because I'm cowardly and second guessing myself.
Yep, that whole movie night group. Also, why did you call me seven?UffishThought wrote:For realsies, seven? I feel that way about you, too. And L'Afro. And Optimistic. And all the rest. I think I had the same reciprocal intimidation with Olympus, too.
Truth. I know you're cooler than me, and I certainly felt like the younger, slightly annoying sister at parties. But I don't worry too much about it, I suppose, as long as I have fun and don't commit any egregious faux pas! The chance to hang out with legends is worth feeling out of place. :)krebscout wrote:I'm not sure if I know any of these people, but I always kind of felt that way about you, lady. You and L'Afro and Optimistic, and others. You were all way too cool for me. And you were my best friends in college. So just know that you once socially intimidated somebody else, and then picture all of the cool kids in their underwear or something.UffishThought wrote:I think it's kind of like the dating point system thing in the other thread, except friendship style. This group of people is a little bit out of my friendship league, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm not selling myself well. Soon I'll have too many marks against me and I'll have to stop trying, out of common decency. Except whenever they throw some big party, which happens fairly often, I'll do what I've done before, and wrangle some moral support and go anyway, because they're so dang fun. And I float along on a happy cloud of music and silliness and nerd culture, and then once I go home worry I was TOO silly or nerdy and oh my gosh I can't dance at all, what was I thinking, trying that in public? And then I miss out on the shooting trip I was invited to that probably would have been perfectly fine because I'm cowardly and second guessing myself.
Well, won't even try to deny that one, though my snobbishness may be my least favorite thing about myself (they say that one is particularly grated by traits one, in fact, possesses.) The wicked taketh the truth to be hard...Katya wrote:No you're not. You love the pointless elitism of prescriptivism.Portia wrote:#sorrydescriptivists
Back when the Board had that might-be-separating-from-BYU panic I actually started making plans for an advertising campaign. Most of it would have cost $0 and would have then generated enough income to start a couple of low-cost campaigns.Chrysanthemum wrote:Haha I was sitting in an advertising meeting today thinking about how the Board should launch an advertising campaign. Then I remembered we don't have any money.
Haha well I was just thinking something that would garner readership. Maybe I'll come up with some ideas when I'm not involved with two other accounts that are draining the life out of me hahaha.bobtheenchantedone wrote:Back when the Board had that might-be-separating-from-BYU panic I actually started making plans for an advertising campaign. Most of it would have cost $0 and would have then generated enough income to start a couple of low-cost campaigns.Chrysanthemum wrote:Haha I was sitting in an advertising meeting today thinking about how the Board should launch an advertising campaign. Then I remembered we don't have any money.
Yeah, I'm thinking these people haven't lived through a Board booth.UffishThought wrote:Are you guys looking for more readers? When I was there I felt like we always had more questions than we could handle--advertising for more was the last thing on my mind.