often seen in the street without a hat

I am in the middle of a fit of teenagey 'omg does this new person like me or is she just looking for a new friend? WOE IS ME' angst that I am sensibly not boring my flist with. But because I can't talk to my flist about it, I've found myself talking to my housemates about it. And whereas my flist would just NOT CARE, like normal people, my housemates are both WEIRDLY CURIOUS and full of HELPFUL ADVICE. I don't know what I was expecting but this was not it.