Muddling

I think muddling should be a world. Is it a combination of muddle and meddling? Yes. Does that make it any less of an awesome word? No!

"But, Amelia..." you might ask, "Whatever does this word mean?".

Well little bloggy reader, it describes ideas that have been pushed around a lot in your brain. Now that we're done with the formalities, let's get on to the good stuff.

So I've been muddling this post around in my brain quite frequently over the past week or so. I've been meeting so many new people at college, as would be expected. And after screwing up everyone's name for the 500th time, and hurriedly adding people's numbers to my phone when I don't even know their last name I've come to a realization about meeting new people. You don't have to find the people you need in your life, they find you. Not that they're actively out there with their lasers set on you in particular, but somehow I seem to randomly meet those people who get my  "Amelianess;" my own special brand of weird. Sometimes not even through clubs or things where you would assumed shared interests exist. Maybe it's that they just get it when I text "persnaps" instead of "perhaps", or that they instantly understand why the three movies I brought to college were Monty Python and the Holy Grail, UP, and The Princess Bride.

I would end this in a meaningful way, but I should be studying.