I’m Interesting.

I was coming back from Career Services on Busch. Mind filled with stressful things. I’ve already decided not to consider those things until this weekend. I have much to do this week. Stress, stress.

Waited a while for the bus. Got on. I think it was at the ARC stop that a girl got on and sat next to me. I looked at her, and I had that feeling like I knew her.

“Do I know you?”

“Yes, but we’ve never talked before.”

*laughs* Apparently, she was in my Eastern Religions class? I have NO IDEA where I’ve seen her before. I mean. That was a lecture, I sat in the back of the room with Mary. She said she’s also seen me on the bus. Funny how that happens. Apparently, I’m just notable. Discussing my beard and my hair ate time. *smirks* She stated her name just after the Nichols apartments stop. She goes by Cheech – her real name is something long and not easily memorized by most people. Briefly discussed ethicity, because I so often get accused of being Jewmish. You know. A Jew. Or Amish. It’s the hair. She’s apparently seen my hair down. Briefly discussed my so-called major.

She said I’m interesting. It was one of those conversations cut short. She’s a commuter, and.. before that stop, I had the presence of mind to ask if she wanted to exchange SN’s. She said she doesn’t have one – but she would do email. I gave her two of mine. Hmm. We’ll see if she contacts me.

“You’re one of the more energetic people I’ve met.” I said to her. Or was it animated. Or did I say “run into.” *shrugs* Doesn’t matter.

Eating took less time than anticipated, woo hoo. Excuse me, I have to GOTO class.

And seriously, why the hell do people keep saying I’m interesting? EVERYBODY SAYS IT!!