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[Sep. 25th, 2008|04:52 pm] |
I wonder about how people view me.
It seems like everybody drops me into a different bucket. I've had people refer to me as frat boy-ish, a nerd, and most things in-between. I guess it depends on when people have met me.
The folks I know from high school most likely remember me as a nerdy kid who was weird, but ended off things hanging out with some of the guys who partied a lot. I met a lot of people through drama and music competitions in high school, so there's people who associate me with that. I was really apathetic in high school, yet I did well enough on tests to keep myself in the AP classes and whatnot. I suppose I could have had a good GPA if I ever felt like working on it, but most classes were boring. I didn't care enough to work on them. Anything that interested me, I'd get an A. Anything that didn't, I'd get a high C, low B.
In college I was the person doing flaming 151 shots and building industrial beer funnels. Then there are the people who knew me strictly from class where I'd be a wise-ass, asleep, or bored. One professor's class was normally beer time for me. I'd sit in the back of lecture or our lab (I didn't want to be blatant) and she'd be fine with it (This particular professor liked me quite a bit ...). Lots of people assumed I just partied all the time and wasn't really a true compsci kid, but they also didn't know the me who was raised playing with computers ... learning how edit hex for old computer games, poking at my local ISP's systems, rebuilding computers for my high school.
Suppose this is going on for a bit too long, but I guess the ending thought is - It's odd how people can come across and I wonder about the people I vaguely know - both how I perceive them and guessing how they perceive me. |
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you will always be in the "the guy my wife burned with a cigarette" bucket to me learning how edit hex for old computer games, poking at my local ISP's systems, rebuilding computers for my high school.
i used to hex edit my bbs-es and TIAC was my bitch.
haha ... holly was all pissy about that for some reason ... the scars are almost gone now. I thought it was funny. I'll take a hit if it means sticking to my guns when I say Ottawa sucks.
I used to group you into the frat boy type, but after getting to know you, you are waaay too nerdy and your tastes are way too refined for that category.
I always wonder how I get viewed too though. It's interesting.
I view you as the girl who causes trouble and drinks til the sun comes up.
This is due mostly to the stories you tell ... you're well-spoken (well-written?) and given the right setting you'd be a good author ...
i shall sum up with a few keywords. anime. wow. gwen stefani. shots. love for kitties. collared shirts and that strange way you sit where you cross your legs. (among other things)
to me i just see you as who I met 4 years ago.
in a catagory all your own: Dpuff.
I like those associations.
I still sit all funny ... I wish I knew why.
You were the dude who helped me get through a hard time: you sensed it at the time, but didn't quite know what it was or how to what to do, but you did all the right things.. especially brunch at 75 Chestnut. The pecans on the cinnamon rolls reminded me of the home I'd left, when I was in the middle of a big, great city that was too big and too great for me to handle at the time.
You also came to my rescue a couple of summers ago, and even though you didn't approve of the situation, you still stood behind me and my midnight calls (for a while, anyway).
You're you! That's what I always thought of you.
PS. Meant to add I turned that story into an English 101 paper.. forgot what the given topic was, but I wrote about it. | |
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