University junior. Journalism major. Political science and Spanish minors. Traveler. Writer. Dreamer. Singer. Christian. Mexican. Happy. Shy. Sarcastic. Old-fashioned. Green. Peace. Superhero enthusiast. Anjelica, but you can call me Jelli. Twitter: @thisisjelli
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Socially awkward.

I’m socially inept in certain situations. I guess that certain situation can be best described as a college party. Since I don’t drink, I’m not entertained by some drunk person trying to dance with me, nor am I entertained by random hook-ups happening around me. It’s not that I don’t have fun, it’s just that I need to make sure my friends are around me at all times. Take for instance, Saturday. My friend and I were dancing together and hanging out when she turned away for a second to talk to her boyfriend. I stayed by the wall when some guy came up to me and asked me a question. I didn’t hear him very well, so I just said no and assumed he’d go away. He then asked me my name and told me his. I don’t even remember his name because I just wanted him to get away. He asked if I wanted to dance, and I said no, because I don’t dance. He asked if I just jumped around, and I said yes. He then stood by me until I walked away from him. I didn’t know what else to do. Put me in a crowd and tell me to get quotes, and I can talk to anyone. Throw me in a party and have some dude ask me to dance, and I get out fast. I guess it all depends on the guy, because one guy was particularly nice to me a few months back. He and I just sat and talked about music and school and life, and he told me it was awesome that I didn’t drink. I like those people. They’re cool.