Copying and pasting from an existing document IS THE DEFINITION OF PLAGIARISM.

GAAAAAAH.

Also, when you think you’ve communicated clearly with your project partner how you expect the project will work, and your partner does something completely different.

ARGH.

When you’re working on a Google Doc project for class and your partner doesn’t even bother to check which parts of the project you already worked on.

*facepalm*

So…today’s the first day I filled in my sexual orientation as “asexual” on a poll.

My memory is so Swiss cheese these days.

I want to look up something on the internet and by the time I open up the browser, I forget what it was. And then I don’t remember until days later.

:/

Some days, editing is fun, and I have a huge smile on my face as I’m doing it.

Other days, editing feels like pulling out my teeth. With pliers. Over and over again.

A strange thing happened today.

I actually got a written apology from the guy who said he wanted to kill me for my seat. The thing is, though, the apology was written in such a highly formal manner that it seemed almost clichéd and hyperbolic at some points, and part of me is wondering whether he’s actually being serious.

(I mean, who honestly writes things like “I’m crushed with guilt at both the nature and result of my actions”?)

Usually I don’t get offended when people assume I’m a freshman. (Because, y’know, it’s understandable.)

But today, when I was sitting in an auditorium for a movie screening, the person behind me said, “What’s your name?”

I thought he was being friendly, so I told him. He then said his name and “I want to kill you and take your seat so I can sit next to [the guy I was sitting next to].”

…Which is just not okay to say to someone you’ve just met, even if you’re joking.

After that, he asked if I was a freshman, which on top of his creepy intro made me think SCREW YOU to him.

So I’m supposed to email my paper to someone else in my class for a peer evaluation thing.

My assigned partner emails me her paper hours before the deadline and writes, “Be sure to send me your paper!”

…Right. Because I was going to TOTALLY FORGET if she hadn’t told me.

I don’t know why I actually care about an essay that I have to write for a class that I’m taking pass-fail.

I should just say “Screw it!” and do something I actually want to do instead.

Someone on Goodreads asked to friend me. I wavered for a bit, because I generally don’t like friending people I don’t know, but finally thought, what the heck, and accepted.

Then I found out that the person had written a book in which an abducted girl falls in love with her captor.

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