Ah, but the second that I stop trying my life loses this delightful sitcommish element. I'm literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. Wait, no, it's still metaphorical.
SOMEUPDATES:
Had entire conversations with girl who sits next to me in maths. We would appear to be getting on really well, but there's still a bit of skull****ery about her.
Girl who freaked me out hung out with me and my friends today, and it was surprisingly non-awkward. Good times. She still scares the **** out of me, but don't tell her that, especially seeing as how eager she was to hug me.