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January 31, 2006
Absolutely nothing of note has happened to me since I fell down the stairs. Perhaps it was a symbolic fall! Symbolizing the general interestingness of my life and the quality of my website!
Oh. My GOD. My stupid website. That reminds me:
Yesterday, 3:15 pm: I caved to the peer pressure and registered for BlogHer '06.
Yesterday, 3:17 pm: Panic! PANIIIIIC.
I have actually been panicking for a good 22 hours now, up until about five minutes ago when I succeeding in convincing Zoot to sign up and be my roommate and person to hide behind and translator for whenever I meet someone fabulous.
Amy: Bwa fff grrapp gah!
Zoot: She says she loves your website. Or possibly that she needs to pee. I didn't quite catch her inflection on "grrapp."
Alice: Jesus God. (Backs away slowly.)
I am panicking because I went to JournalCon once, and...did not really enjoy myself. I didn't feel like I fit in or that anybody liked me. So I just stayed with my own little clique of friends and I knew this was obnoxious, but I just couldn't seem to get conversations going with anyone else.
And that was here in DC, just a cab ride away, and I was drunk the whole time, and yet now I am flying across the damn country for the opportunity for mass social awkwardness of Scalia-like proportions.
Here's the thing: I consider myself pretty extroverted and chatty, and I like to think this is a good thing. But sometimes when I meet new people I get RIDICULOUSLY EXTROVERTED AND HI HI HI LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SKIN RASH I HAD THIS ONE TIME and I completely freak people out.
(Every DC reader who has recognized me out in public and introduced themselves just nodded in agreement so hard they may have pulled something. I'm...just not very cool in person. And I'm sorry. Especially to that poor girl I spilled wine on.)
So to anyone going to BlogHer, I will be the girl hiding behind a decorative planter who will probably try to hug you at inappropriate times. While spilling wine on you.
Don't look at me. My idea of a good first impression is puking on your shoes.
Well, that and being CRIMINALLY ADORABLE.