Have you ever harboured hatred for someone based mainly on their face?

I'm getting that with a couple of people lately. I'm moving from the stage of 'hi where are you from can you write your name down so I can look you up on facebook' to actually organising to do stuff with some people, and realising that others maybe aren't going to be my new best friends after all.

Don't get me wrong. Almost everyone I've met in Totem and in Gala has been really nice. They've been maybe three or four people who I've had conversations with and thought 'yup, I'll probably never talk to you again', but it's not because they're not nice. We just didn't have a great time of it or anything. But I've finished my first real week of classes now, and this is the point at which I wanted to have friends to sit next to and borrow notes from and stuff. I lucked out with my history class, a girl I already know and get on quite well with is in it with me, and I've met a really lovely girl in my World Lit class too. The other two I haven't been so lucky with.

So I keep looking round in the lectures, sourcing out potential friends, and while doing that I've noticed a couple of people who I definitely don't want to have to ask for notes. In world lit the other day I was sitting and talking with my new friend about how far into the book we were, and I noticed the girl on the other side of me listening, so I thought I'd try to include her. I asked her if she'd finished the book yet and she was like '...Yes...' like she couldn't believe anyone hadn't, and she turned around and didn't even look at us anymore. And then all through the lecture when ever someone made a point she'd be like 'I'm not sure I agree with that' and go off into her own thing. So yeah, she can have fun reading African novels on her own.

Literature to the Eighteenth Century, I can now safely say, wasn't a very good choice. I'm trying to get into a creative writing course, but in the meantime I'm going to these lectures (usually late) and sitting there and feeling sarcastic about how everyone else nods along with the professor and laughs at all his jokes. I mean come on! Maybe it's because I have him for two back-to-back classes, but the guy's not that funny.

So my notes have started to look like this:  

And there's this one gut in the class whose face I kind of hate. He has this vague, smug kind of grin the whole way through the lecture. All fucking hour. This is kind of what he looks like

Motherfucker, you are not that enthusiastic about The Canterbury Tales. Put your hand down.

I kind of feel like I've already decided who I really want to be friends with, but I don't want to come off as desperate, so I'm trying to hang out with a variety of people for a couple of weeks. Also next week is clubs week, so that should be another good way to meet some people. Cool cool cool.