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I've been being conscientious. Like, on purpose. I don't think I'm very good at it, but the point is that I try.

So anyway, I twisted my ankle yesterday; last time... well, I checked, and I never mentioned, post-episode, that I withdrew from school *again* at that point. Bleh. I mean, it was a bad sprain that time, and I don't think I could've toughed it out and gone upstairs to class after twisting it so badly the very same day (like I did yesterday), and granted I don't need crutches this time... but I'm still happy I was determined. Even if I did twist it worse than I did, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't use it as an excuse to give up. I did use it as an excuse to actually work on getting help (ie, I went to see if the dorm store had tape for my ankle-- it didn't-- and then went home, iced and elevated). I was horrified at my description of sitting down for an *hour* reading fanfic while my toes twitched as if electrocuted. I mean, jeez.

So yesterday was my first 'real' art class and I was determined to make it, even though I had to walk across campus. And I did-- slowly. It's not that bad, I don't think I tore anything, at least. I think it'll be fun.


In other news, I'm such a huge dork that it actually pains me. Like, in class discussions and elsewhere, lately I have this coping strategy where because I'm so seriously shy, I deal by babbling, making stupid jokes and acting like a dork... did I mention in public? I don't think it's a huge improvement over being silent, anti-social and avoidant, personally (and I'm probably also all those things, still), but like... maybe I can see it as an intermediate step or something. Ugh. I embarrass myself, seriously.