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I'm That Girl. Good Lord, was I. I was at the library today just plugging right along on my thesis (I really am getting quite boring) and rocking out to some music. Suddenly, the girl next to me gets up and starts wandering around near my desk, as if she's trying to find the source of some noise, smell, or light. I gave her the "What are you doing, Freak Girl?" face and then she makes the face that prompts me to pull out my wee ear buds.

"Is that your music?"

As soon as I was ear bud free, I was horribly embarrassed to still hear my music, albeit faintly. In the process of paper shuffling, I had pulled the cord halfway out of my computer. My music was still in my ears, but also in the ears of my fellow study buddies. I turned several shades of red and apologized profusely, but I was humbled. I should be a little nicer to the loudies here at the library. Maybe they don't even know how irritating they're being. :) Maybe.