Blogpost #3
Status: PUBLISHED
Hello people!
I don't even know where to start! Phew! It's been a busy week.
I don't know what to write, I don't know what to do, I don't even know how to feel! My head's a jumbled mess — like my room presently. Don't ask why — I'm not sure this will help in your quest to get popular, but it's something I've learned this past few days, and hey, it's better than an empty notepad, right?
So here goes:
Tip 3: Get out of your comfort zone.
I know, I know, it's comfortable and secure, but you're not going to make any friends if you sit in the same place day after day, year after year. Get out, explore and make friends. Remember, if you're friends with everybody it'll be easier to remember you and invite you to parties an
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