Usually. I love shy people. Especially when I'm the one who gets to break them out of their shell and turn them into psychochotic superfreaks like me.
In this case I hate shy people. English today was no fun. No fun at all. My teacher placed me in a group with two shy people who I don't know. Two shy girls I didn't know. I tried being friendly: "Hey my name is Kaylie or Kay. Whatever tickles your fancy." And they said "Hi...I'm Amanda....nice...me...you" and "Chelsea..." GRR! Amanda talks in a volume only dogs can hear and Chelsea doesn't talk at all. I had to do all the talking cause I like giving presentations and cracking jokes here and there.
I don't mean to be totally conceited right now but we totally got an "A" because of me. And they know it. BOOYAH! I love booyah. Don't you love booyah? Gotta love that booyah.
