Met my summer interns over a coffee. Always four, they are; an all-purpose nerd (my man!), a girl that'll end up running analyst team in ten years, a hard-charger that found a loophole that allowed applying as a freshman who won't know the half of what's going on, and a dude who ought to have picked a different major BuT pHySiCs EaRn GoOd. Well, OK, not quite, but they largely fit those stereotypes without squinting or mental gymnastics, just by relative measures. And mr Freshman has a previous B.Eng in electrical engineering, but you gotta roll for the joke to work. Dunno why they make the guy go through internships, though, he part-times in one of those CAD-driven monstrosities but it's not like admin ever made sense to non-admin people.

Ex called, started doing emotionally manipulative bullshit proclaiming regret, I blocked her number because I've been through that already enough times to know better. Rebounded. Still feel like shit, but it'd be weird if I didn't. Going back to living life at 2,5 speed is fun especially now that I know the difference between being in a detached rush of things and a manic phase.

You know, it'd be interesting if you wrote why you're not writing. Checkmate, bitches! :]