It's impossible for me to be depressed around other people. I dont know why. It's impossible for me to show anything but happiness to other people. On that same note, I can never be mad at someone to their face. If someone's nice to me at the moment, no matter what they've done in the past (well, pretty much), I'm as nice as can be to them. That's not always a good thing. Fuck.
My computer class still consists of about 10 people doing nothing for 80 minutes, since the computers still arent ready. But for the past several class periods, I've been talking to neal sabol and celeste tobin. Celeste's an nsync freak, and our conversations have been celeste teaching neal everything he didnt want to know about them and me laughing at them. She's so funny. She made him learn all their first and last names, their favorite colors, their birthdays, where they're from, and what car they drive. He's so sarcastic with her, but she takes this seriously. It's so funny, though. Neal started talking about slipknot, but celeste quickly changed the subject. She tried to get him to let her paint his fingernails with highlighters, but he wouldnt go that far. She had to settle with him painting one pinky orange with green polka dots.
They talked about potash in my chemistry book. I was amused.