Jasmiiiiine

Jasmine told me to write a post about her and her weirdness, and that she'd do one about me in return.

Here goes.

Jasmine is weird. She's not the normal type of weird, as paradoxically oxymoron-like as that sounds. She's weird weird. She's cool weird. She's unique weird. She does weird stuff with angry birds toys, and makes bad puns before pressing a button on a toy mic for applause.

Jasmine is a rare kind of weird. I mean, I have never met someone who laughs as easily as Jasmine does, and there aren't many people who can hang out with a bunch of weirdos like us in the nerdherd without getting a) weirded out (although sometimes, it's inevitable) or b) getting annoyed and ending up disliking us.

Jasmine is also really good with people. I admire that about her.

I also admire her writing skills, however cheesy her stories can get, she is undoubtedly a great writer.

Jasmine also knows everyone. Everyone. Walk with her down the hallway for barely two minutes and she'll have already said hi to about 17 people.


Finally, Jasmine is a great friend. And I have a feeling she's going to be my friend for a long while.