Boy unable to properly hit volleyball

It would appear that it's time for another update. Now, I could just cheat and stop there, but that would make me something of a jerk, so I won't. As you may have noticed, today's title is in the form of a headline. I've decided that since I named the blog "Headlines of My Life," and because it would be funny, I'm going to lead off with a headline-style title from now on.

On to the headline itself, then. For the second time in as many weeks, Chris and I (and a bunch of other people) played a game of volleyball after sundown. I probably hit the ball six or seven times, and every single time a bumped it open-handed, which is exactly the wrong thing to do; the ball loses way too much energy if you do this. Even after the second and third times, though I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I was doing it wrong. Hopefully I'll get better; after all, it's not like we're keeping score.

On Wednesday, I overslept for the first time since I got here. Chris and I have been doing pretty well as far as waking up goes normally, but on Wednesday he hadn't plugged his iPod into his alarm clock the night before, depriving me of the chance to wake myself up by waking him up and telling him to turn off his bloody alarm. That's not the real story, though. So I wake up late and get to my Engineering workshop as fast as I can (just my luck, couldn't have been late for a lecture class, could I?). I walk in and apologize to Anand (all the workshops are TA-run) for being late, explaining that I overslept. Anand asks my name and then tells me that he conviniently happens to be standing with my project group. I walk over and introductions ensue, I'm SMike, you're Francesca, that's Thao. (Both girls, if you're curious). As I sit down and they fill me in on what I missed, I notice that Francesca seems startlingly familiar. I realize that she looks just like a junior that I knew back at TJ (at the time, I couldn't remember the name). I mention this, and Francesca says, "that's weird," and we go on working. As I mentioned, this is my project group, so we exchange contact info at the end of class; turns out Francesca has a 703 phone number. I say "ah, from northern Virginia, then?"
She says, "yeah, Great Falls."
Me: "Oh, I went to TJ."
Francesca: "My sister goes to TJ!"
Me: "Wait, what's her name?"
Francesca: "Lexie."
Me: "That's it! That's who I know that looks just like you!"
It turns out Francesca's a nerd, too, which I was grateful for; I was beginning to think I wouldn't find anyone else who read xkcd who I did'nt already know from TJ. Truth be told, there are probably lots of people as nerdy as me that I just haven't found; I haven't met a whole lot of people in my classes yet.

Alright folks, I've pretty much exhausted my supply of interesting stuff to say. See you all on Sunday, over and out.

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SMike