Failed...

Put your seatbelt on, Nica. We have to get outta here.

So I went to a cafe with a friend to grab some drinks to keep us awake for the night. While he waits for his order to arrive, I realized that another friend told me earlier today she would be studying in the same cafe, so I decided to plunge into the sea of chairs and scour the cafe grounds for her.

But instead of finding her, I see a different familiar face, a face belonging to someone who, God bless him, needs to calm the fudgecicles down. For all intents and purposes, we will call this person "John Doe." I knew that if I start speaking to John Doe, I'm gonna have an overly-enthusiastic, and overwhelming existentialist conversation with him; something I definitely cannot afford at a time of academic crisis. I'm already going crazy enough as it is.

As big as the Grand Canyon, my eyes grew WIDE and on sheer impulse, my hand pushed the joystick to its leftmost position, turning my chair a full 180 degrees, and started zooming in the opposite direction as John Doe.

Not even a millisecond has passed when all of a sudden, a loud "OLIVIA!" filled the room. I frustratingly facepalmed and aggressively stomped my foot on my footrest three times, after which I attempted to clear my face of any sign of annoyance and turned around to approach him.

As expected, I wasted about 16.73 minutes of my time listening to him talk about philosophical matters. I could tell you what he talked about but that's gonna give away who he is... Actually, to be honest, every word kinda just went in one ear and out the other, so I wouldn't even be able to tell you had I wanted to. But in any event, that was surely an FML right there...