Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Art of Dying

Okay I have to give a speech or teach a lesson or whatever fourth period which is RIGHT AFTER my Spanish test (that chances are, I’m going to fail but who cares at this point I already have a B)  and then there’s the choir party during which I wont get to DO ANY STUDYING (I love caps) aka I’m freaking out just a little bit because I have to talk for 10 minutes on sociopaths and psychopaths which, of course, is pretty easy but there’s so much I want to say but can’t because I’m not sure I’m allowed to be detailed and then there’s that little issue where I absolutely HATE talking in front of people like, where everyone else gets dry mouth I become like a fountain and just trip over every other word and stutter until I’m like “Uh…psychopaths…they do the thing…ya know? Yeah…” and then I fail because this school forces us to do oratory projects and I’ll sit here and talk all day on this computer but stick me in front of a class (no matter how much you tell me they don’t care) and I’ll be like a deer in headlights no matter how cool I try to act. So yeah. I may cry a little but that’s okay. And then there’s Squiggs over here who won’t stop complaining about it so what little bit of confidence I built up is now gone. Wonderful. 

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