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You know what? I choke under pressure. It doesn't matter what sort of situation, the moment there's pressure, and I'm completely useless (and utterly unreliable). If I meet a cute girl, I choke. If I get a breakaway, I choke. If something goes wrong with my code.. well, we'll see what happens then. =) But really, I do poorly under pressure. The difference is staggering. Exams where I'm pressured to do well in, I get Bs. I get As if I don't even care to study (which is most of the time). Number of breakaway goals in any sport in the past several years: less than ten. Number of breakaways: over a hundred. Number of cute girls I've met in the past several years: dozens. Number of girls I approached and also had a decent conversation with (drooling doesn't count): maybe one?
Ugh, the statistics are against me folks. No pressure, no pressure!
Friday, August 17, 2001 at 18:54:14 (UTC)
er... I dropped my car keys in the car last night! They are somewhere between the hand brake and the passenger seat.. but I couldn't see cuz it was too dark. Can you please take a quick look??
Thankx!!
girl
Friday, August 17, 2001 at 19:46:41 (UTC)
What the.. well, that's one way to telegraph one's klutzyness to the world. What could you have been doing to get them stuck in there, hmm? *imagination wanders*
QYV