Heehee.

I can’t stop smiling :)

I’m happy!

The One Who Doesn’t Smile

If I talk to you on a regular basis, you’ve probably already heard this.  Some guys on my floor have nicknames for me and my roommates.  There’s the short one who nobody ever sees, the tall one with the boyfriend, and the medium one who doesn’t smile.  Guess which one I am?  Yep.

One night while I was working a few months ago, a few of these guys came back slightly intoxicated and decided to start talking to me.  Apparently, a lot of people on my floor were scared of me because I didn’t smile.  People have always been telling me this, and I guess it’s just hard for me to smile more because I’m not used to it.  When I think I’m smiling, it doesn’t really look like I am.  My neutral face is just…more neutral than most people or something.

I’m not a scary person (most of the time).  Sure, I’m a total bitch if you piss me off, but that doesn’t happen very often anymore.   I like to think that I’m a nice person!

Okay Andrea, smile more.  And stop worrying, it doesn’t help with the mean face.

Smile Like You Mean It

While I was at work last night,  a semi-drunk resident came in near the end of my shift and started chatting with me.  Drunk people can be loud, obnoxious, and hard to get rid of, but one thing they are is honest.  At least most of the time.  Anyway, this guy kept telling me how I was too serious and how it makes people scared to approach me but how as soon as I smile, I look completely different and more friendly.  So he kept repeating himself and telling me to smile more.  And I was suddenly reminded of someone else who once told me to smile more and realized that I have not talked to that person since we graduated from high school.  Weird that such a little thing can just stop me in my tracks and bring me back five years.  And sad that I have no idea how that person is doing now.

This weekend I had the room all to myself.  I thought I would be lonely but instead I was happy.  No worrying about waking my roommates up when I get back from 3am shifts.  No obligation to use my newly broken earbuds.  No feeling like a noisy elephant.  Just being alone for a weekend.

Which brings me to the connection between these two seemingly unrelated things.  Hahaha yeah I know my thought process is kind of weird.  I’ve always been a shy kid.  I come off as quiet, and maybe even a little bit unfriendly because I’m scared to be myself when I first meet people.  But if you’re lucky enough to stick around a little longer, the real me starts to come through after a while.  The only problem with that is what’s the point in making people wait around to see what I’m actually like?  Why can’t I just put myself out there and not be so shy when I meet people?  Maybe I’m just kind of a loner at heart and relish time by myself.  But at the same time, I don’t want to come off as too serious or mean.  And that starts with smiling more!

Okay I’m done thinking about this.

So…who wants to pick me and my brother up from SFO on January 6th?  I don’t want to be stranded at the airport!!!!!!!!!

Giggles

Sometimes the ads on the side of facebook crack me up.

“How to be smarter, prettier, and less awkward.”

Smiles

The first week of classes is over and done with and I am glad.  Classes seem like they will be interesting, I like my professors, and I’m somewhat looking forward to the challenge.

I hung out with my roommate Saturday to celebrate my birthday which ended up being crazy fun.  Hahaha yes.  And my dear brother drove down today from Davis and brought me brownies that he baked and took me out for dinner.  See, he does like me!

So.  I’ve been enjoying the start of the semester and new things and whatnot.  I am excited!

Thanks for the birthday wishes and for making me smile :]

Smile more

I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.  The other night, I was tired of tossing and turning in bed so I decided to get up and look through yearbooks and the boxes of things I keep every year.

Reading through yearbook entries, old letters, birthday cards, and other things I tend to keep was definitely nice.  It’s nice to be reminded of the people you were luck to be friends with, all the people you’ve met in life.  But it’s also a bit saddening to realize how many people I lost touch with.  There are so many people I wish I could talk to, just to see how they’re doing and how their life has been since we last talked.  Too bad it’s kind of hard to do that without being completely weird or awkward.

As I was reading, I realized that people have always been telling me to smile more and not to be so hard on myself.  Every year since sixth grade, someone has written something along those lines.  So I guess I should probably take that to heart and smile more.  Seeing other people smile always makes me happier, so I should help spread some happiness around too.

It also made me wonder why it’s so hard for me to smile.  Am I just a naturally unhappy, gloomy person?  I certainly hope not.