can you hear the planes? they're crashing right here.
son of a bitch bitch bitch.
well, i thought today was going to be alright. except, for working last night and not getting out till really late, i was kinda worried about getting caught up with that, and having quizno's call me and bitch me out. so i'm sittin in art, and i proceed to turn down my cell phone because it's almost time for his empty lecture. i check my phone and on my phone i see a missed call from Quiznos. Fuck fuck fuck. so the whole time in art, i'm getting this sick to my stomach-you're in trouble kind of feeling for 45 minutes.
i called, it was ridiculous what they called for, so all worry was wiped out of my system. until i got to speech.
ah, yes speech. i had to give a speech on the kid that dropped the class.
i was alright with it all hour. until it was my turn, and i actually got up there. like, when everyone was taking their turns, i was like, "why are they freaking out and making asses of themselves? this isn't that hard...all you have to do is go up there, talk a little bit and get it over with, no biggie." so when it comes to me, i had this act of how i was going to be all comical and light hearted, and totally break all this nervousness.
wrong
i get up there, and i look at the class, crack a smile, and begin to read. what comes out is not my voice. it's cracks, i get short of breath, my nose starts to wiggle, omg. then, i start to mispronounce words, what the hell is going on? i could visualize my speech more like a plane going down, and the captian saying something like, "ladies and gentlemen, this is definitely the end, please prepare for death." as it crashes to the ground. then, i realize i'm not looking at the crowd, that i've been starring at my paper for 5 minutes straight, which is punishable by minus 10 points. FUCK! so after i realized it was all coming to an end, i just ended the speech early, and took one for the team right in my ass. there's a nice healthy big fat black mark on my first grade of the year.
i'm doing just fine this year...on my way to permanently getting kicked out. and not even trying!! haha!
nick's at bassler today. hopefully he found it. i called him right before i had Zimbabwae class. voicemail. left one. went to class..it was awesome for once.
there's this really annoying kid in the back, and he thinks he's gods gift to women, and he had to be the center of attention constantly. when he proceeds to make an ass of himself, insulting the teacher, and telling him that he doesn't understand his accent, could he please talk like an american. so then, the teacher gets all voo-doo ritual on this kids ass, and i turn around and look at him, and he's like..."what are you lookin at?"
well, i'm looking at a skeez, who just got served!
*proceed with the "celebrate good times, c'mon!" chorus*
welp, there's a hot boy that just sat down across my table, so i think i'm going to bizzounce.
xo