"Nervous messed up marionettes Floating around on a prison ship"

I often wonder what first impression I make on random strangers, and if I am not only strange yet hopelessly random. I chalk it up to awkwardness and a feeling of jet propulsion that takes over my speech. I talk too much, too fast and without a filter. Charming is not the first word that comes to mind...crazed maybe. I think the internal awkwardness swimming in my head manifests its self into this whirling dervish, stream of consciousness mania that I feel compelled to let loose. It is unfurled haphazardly and earnestly, yet it pings wildly from many divergent points and I walk away from many a conversation convinced that the other person thinks I am a freak. I set this bet with regards to a fellow student. They often work late in the lab, not talking much and leaving in such quiet manner that I often do not know they have left. I figured that by the end of the semester we would have a proper conversation. Instead I unfurled crazy ramble girl instead. I think I should have just stayed in my office and not scared the guy. Great..another student who thinks I am a whackjob.I may just single handedly kill enrollment yet.