Maybe I'll just never talk to anyone ever again
Julie is a nice girl. She's also homeschooled and weird so Lauren and I took her under our wing at the very beginning.

Julie has a cold this morning and is coming home from a celtic civ lecture on medieval text translation.
Julie: "And how are you?"
Me: "Well, I went out for indian food last night with this trans guy from Smith and as we were walking back we ran into this dealer friend of his so we bought an eighth and went back to his place and got really high and now this morning I'm having a gender identity crisis because I'm sort of wondering if maybe I'm not actually a guy. I was going to campus to do some emailing to re-establish that I am, in fact, a girl."
Julie: "Oh..."

THEN

Julie is walking away and my head is spinning and who should come out of Centra but Tight Pants. I had a big crush on Tight Pants from the UCC LGBT and so did Ana incidentally but then I thought I'd moved on once Tight Pants clearly wasn't happening.
Tight Pants: "You coming to Cloud Nine tonight?"
Me: "JKLHkjhssdfkjl34?"
Tight Pants: "Yeah, it's at the Opera House. You have to get tickets during the day."
Me: "cemnsik9038sl;;^%%&."
Tight Pants: 'Well, I may not be there but it's worth going anyway. Bye!"
Me: "Warkljh!"

Sigh. Welcome to Ireland.