Blah. I am a boring conversationalist. I've noticed lately when I do get a chance to talk, a lot of my friends kind of make funny faces away from me or look bored or jump in a little quickly after I'm done talking. I realize that I don't speak that much, but when I do, it's usually a.) garbled b.) undetectable by most sonic instrumentation c.) in a foreign language and/or d.) artfully illogical to the point of incomprehension. All these factors, combined with what must be my stellar personality and perpetually cheerful outlook, contribute to the being which I have become. What brought on this change? Actually I'm not sure I'm that much different from when I was in high school; I had friends, but the kind I saw from 8-3 before and between classes, or on the quiz bowl team, where we had shop talk and most of our classes in common to speak about. I also had my 'zine, which meant that I could express my ideas more coherently and artfully on paper and wouldn't/didn't have to waste time trying to be popular through coherent conversation. All too late I have become less than a small-town literary deity and class brain, and have relied too heavily on who I actually am--on an irregular basis--to try to make decent conversation. I should have stuck to poetry--or taken oratory.