Late Post

This is the sort of thing that's not supposed to happen.

I guess it conveniently solved my lack of a post for the letter L, though.

The deficit in posts can be attributed to a lot of school stuff going on. I am looking forward to a month and a half of Important Tests. I don't really have anything to say today, but I suppose this L post can mark a sort of milestone and then let the Better Posts continue. I will do my best to keep posting every other day, but I may neglect the blog in favor of my life, sorry (OOOO BURN). I will also try to get around to commenting on you guys' blogs once I am done with all of this; I am presenting my last big Natural Science assignment tomorrow (conveniently without any preparation, whoops), so once that is off my back there will only be 8 million tests left to do. We'll have to see how this goes.

In other news, I suppose I could sum up a bit of interesting trivia about said Life I mentioned.

• I am currently drinking cold tea. I was off gallivanting and forgot about the poor sod, but just dumping it out would be wasteful. Cold caffeinated tea before bed? Great plan, Sophia, great plan.
• I might have bought 3 new books today despite the fact that I already have somewhere around 8 new books yet to be read.
• Today's Bigass Test was one that I almost failed last year, or rather the corresponding one for the grade below. It's a writing test, and despite the fact that the writing itself was flawless, I assumed the graders could read between the lines. This was a stupid thing to assume. (It went better this time around. I think.)
• I always forget the genius things I plan to write here.
• I am probably going to need to fabricate a Personal Training Plan for P.E. It's not fair of the teachers to only give us one chance to reach a certain grading criteria, but if this turns out to be it, I will just have to tell myself that the effort put into faking a record of a two-month training program is less than actually doing a two-month training program.
• I've finished watching ATLA and have begun watching the first season of Supernatural upon recommendation. It has a lot of flaws. Luckily Jensen Ackles' face has none. This almost makes up for it.
• yeah I keep fucking forgetting

Have a great day!

nOPe

Hugs

Personally, I love hugs. I love leaning on people and I love cuddling with them (especially since my body temperature is usually very chilly, so they make excellent radiators).

However, it must be explicitly stated that hugging, leaning on, or even touching people has to be mutually okay. Now, we're not getting into molestation territory here (mutual molestation??? whoa this is getting all NSFW up in here) - just basic acknowledgement of personal space.

Don't be a Voldemort.

I, for one, even though I like having physical contact, cannot stand when people I do not know and do not want to be close to get in my face. Being an attentive listener does not mean channeling their words into your spirit by permanently keeping your hand up their butt. Nodding along, tapping someone on the shoulder, and making affirmative sounds will do. You do not have to touch me. You do not have to rest your hand tenderly upon my waist whilst gazing into my eyes as though they were the most enticing of woodland pools. I'm OK with you not doing that. Seriously. It's cool.

(In less facetious terms, people who insist on keeping physical contact throughout a conversation kinda give me the heebie-jeebies.)

Another thing I despise is when people slip their arm through mine. To me, walking armsie in armsie with another chick feels kind of like being chained to a massive morningstar-style prison ball by heavy indestructible links. That, or as if they're urinating on me. I am not your territory. I want to be able to drift away without needing to wrest my arm free first. Since I'm so uncomfortable with this gesture, I usually kindly tell people this, and they'll let go. But some people just don't get it. One time I escaped from an arm link only to feel the same arm wrap constrictingly around my shoulders. Flesh status = crawling.

Point: Hugs and touching is great and cozy and fantabulously fuzzy ... if the other person is OK with it. If you aren't certain they are ... don't touch them. At least not if that person is me.