Funny Presentations and Speech Dilemmas

Sex. Sex, sex, sex. Sex, sex, sex. Sex, sex, sexxxxxxxxxxx . . .

Lol, William and Joey's presentation was the funniest thing ever.

Actually, everybody's were pretty funny. I set a dangerous precedent . . . even though I don't think it was all that good, lol . . .

Robert vs. Ryan: "Arm!" *smacks with cardboard sword* "Leg! Leg!" *smacks with cardboard sword* "I cut off my beautiful, uncut black-- and white -- hair and offer it to Mars!"

By the way, that was sung to the tune of "Eye of the Tiger"-- the little guitar thumps in the chorus. There's also Nichole's and Kristina's and my version, which we made up while standing outside during the fire drill tucked under Nichole's chin to keep warm, and I said I felt like a duck. So, somehow, the song turned into "Quack. Quack, quack sex. Sex, sex, quack. Quack, quack, sex." Don't ask me how it got there.

How come when I say bawdy things, it's awkward? Like today, when Paul tied Alice's shoe to the chair, I said, "Paul, this is no place to exercise your bondage fetish," and everyone's all like *sucks in deep breath and turns away and changes the subject.* Maybe it's just because I never say stuff like that-- or, at least, people don't think I say-- or ought to say-- stuff like that. Goodness knows they're not disturbed by the content matter . . . Seth and Lindsey pass papers back and forth making dirty jokes out of Economic terms. Actually, it's pretty funny.

Lol, Alice even got Robert singing the sex song by the end of the period, after she left.

I have decided that I like music by historical oppressed groups, best of all. Jewish music, Gypsy music, even Russian music (you know, those peasants in the dark winters of Russia, oppressed by their crazy czars and dictators). It's all emotional, because traditionally they've been miserable and the only way-- or one of the best ways-- to pour it out is through music. Anyway. Give me unhappy peoples' music! Lol . . .

( Things I Have To Do This Weekend )

Speaking of Church Community Services/Soup of Success, that went well (it was a success!!! Lol . . . heh. Heh heh. Heh heh heh-- *stops*). I put together cookie bags, and I'm probably going back tomorrow to do a Christmas sale. Apparently most of their sales are done over Christmas.

I do have a dilemma, though. I have to help set up for the Winter Dance on December 4th at, what, 7:00 pm? 6:00 pm? It starts at 8:00. I also probably have to GO to the stupid thing, but that's beside the point (lol). Unfortunately, that's also the Debate meet (the first one I'm actually going to be able to GO to) that I probably have to go to, and everyone is all counting on me to go to it . . . er, as much as the miniscule Debate team can count on people . . . and I don't know how long that will go for. It's in Laporte. I don't know if I can drive back early, or what, or anything. Though, I suppose, if I can't go, it's just as fine, because I can work at the Victorian Tea Party thingy (remember that, Alice?) that I've always loved going to those few years I did, earn more NHS volunteer hours, and probably have more fun, lol, or at least more memorable, and would probably get me back home in time, too.

I am going to be pissed, though, if I can't do EITHER and have to sacrifice everything to the NHS Winter Dance. That would REALLY piss me off.

It's very sad; I want to do Speech and Debate and do well at it, but it just doesn't FIT in my time frame. I really don't want to quit, though it would make everything much easier. I don't have a commitment to it, as this is my first year, and I only have 12 NFL points to my name. Yet dropping out would screw me over for the musical forever (after working so hard to actually be casting-worthy in this favoritism-based school drama program), make my listing it on my college applications look like a big lie, let down Kristina and Nichole (who are more dedicated to it than I am, lol), and probably have Andrew stalking me forever shouting curses at my head for being a Speech dropout. Lol . . .

Plus, well . . . it is fun, in a way . . . just not the Original Oratory part. I'm never going to find something right for that . . . nor for Oratorical Interpretation if he makes me pick stuff out of the retarded Speech book.

( I haven't done anything, either, Jamien )

Funny Presentations and Speech Dilemmas

Sex. Sex, sex, sex. Sex, sex, sex. Sex, sex, sexxxxxxxxxxx . . .

Lol, William and Joey's presentation was the funniest thing ever.

Actually, everybody's were pretty funny. I set a dangerous precedent . . . even though I don't think it was all that good, lol . . .

Robert vs. Ryan: "Arm!" *smacks with cardboard sword* "Leg! Leg!" *smacks with cardboard sword* "I cut off my beautiful, uncut black-- and white -- hair and offer it to Mars!"

By the way, that was sung to the tune of "Eye of the Tiger"-- the little guitar thumps in the chorus. There's also Nichole's and Kristina's and my version, which we made up while standing outside during the fire drill tucked under Nichole's chin to keep warm, and I said I felt like a duck. So, somehow, the song turned into "Quack. Quack, quack sex. Sex, sex, quack. Quack, quack, sex." Don't ask me how it got there.

How come when I say bawdy things, it's awkward? Like today, when Paul tied Alice's shoe to the chair, I said, "Paul, this is no place to exercise your bondage fetish," and everyone's all like *sucks in deep breath and turns away and changes the subject.* Maybe it's just because I never say stuff like that-- or, at least, people don't think I say-- or ought to say-- stuff like that. Goodness knows they're not disturbed by the content matter . . . Seth and Lindsey pass papers back and forth making dirty jokes out of Economic terms. Actually, it's pretty funny.

Lol, Alice even got Robert singing the sex song by the end of the period, after she left.

I have decided that I like music by historical oppressed groups, best of all. Jewish music, Gypsy music, even Russian music (you know, those peasants in the dark winters of Russia, oppressed by their crazy czars and dictators). It's all emotional, because traditionally they've been miserable and the only way-- or one of the best ways-- to pour it out is through music. Anyway. Give me unhappy peoples' music! Lol . . .

( Things I Have To Do This Weekend )

Speaking of Church Community Services/Soup of Success, that went well (it was a success!!! Lol . . . heh. Heh heh. Heh heh heh-- *stops*). I put together cookie bags, and I'm probably going back tomorrow to do a Christmas sale. Apparently most of their sales are done over Christmas.

I do have a dilemma, though. I have to help set up for the Winter Dance on December 4th at, what, 7:00 pm? 6:00 pm? It starts at 8:00. I also probably have to GO to the stupid thing, but that's beside the point (lol). Unfortunately, that's also the Debate meet (the first one I'm actually going to be able to GO to) that I probably have to go to, and everyone is all counting on me to go to it . . . er, as much as the miniscule Debate team can count on people . . . and I don't know how long that will go for. It's in Laporte. I don't know if I can drive back early, or what, or anything. Though, I suppose, if I can't go, it's just as fine, because I can work at the Victorian Tea Party thingy (remember that, Alice?) that I've always loved going to those few years I did, earn more NHS volunteer hours, and probably have more fun, lol, or at least more memorable, and would probably get me back home in time, too.

I am going to be pissed, though, if I can't do EITHER and have to sacrifice everything to the NHS Winter Dance. That would REALLY piss me off.

It's very sad; I want to do Speech and Debate and do well at it, but it just doesn't FIT in my time frame. I really don't want to quit, though it would make everything much easier. I don't have a commitment to it, as this is my first year, and I only have 12 NFL points to my name. Yet dropping out would screw me over for the musical forever (after working so hard to actually be casting-worthy in this favoritism-based school drama program), make my listing it on my college applications look like a big lie, let down Kristina and Nichole (who are more dedicated to it than I am, lol), and probably have Andrew stalking me forever shouting curses at my head for being a Speech dropout. Lol . . .

Plus, well . . . it is fun, in a way . . . just not the Original Oratory part. I'm never going to find something right for that . . . nor for Oratorical Interpretation if he makes me pick stuff out of the retarded Speech book.

( I haven't done anything, either, Jamien )

Good Movies and Complaining About My Story

The Incredibles was very cute. Very, very cute. Twisted villains and everything.

Yeah . . . I'm worried about Star Wars III, too, Christina . . . Saw the ad in the theater *sigh*

Okay, geek comment. Harry Potter and Star Wars. Oh so similar. It's been pointed out before. I won't go into it.

I guess all "epic struggles" just become about the same, thematically, after a while.

Tory told me that I act more like a fan boy than a fangirl-- apparently, because I don't spazz about how hot the guys are; I just get excited about the plots and the connections. So I told her that works to my benefit; as a geek/nerd girl who looks for personality in guys rather than looks, assuming they reciprocally behave the same way, I shall be quite coveted in my time, lol ^_^

Just because I want someone to talk to that will still be interesting when we're eighty years old . . . because, after all, there's NO chance in either of us looking good, then.

I felt pretty today. My hair was straight, and I had on my skirt that I love and knee socks. I really like knee socks, for some reason . . . Then with my winter coat and Harry Potter scarf, I felt very winter-y. I like winter-y.

I have to get up (semi-) early and go work at the thingy again. I didn't call to tell her ahead of time; the place closes at 4:00 and I really didn't get home and organized in time for that deadline . . . Oh well, they always need people . . .

Come get Christmas shopping done at Church Community Services. You can get candles and soups and cookie mixes and dips . . . and it benefits a good cause. It's on 3rd St., right by where the streets go under the railroad tracks, by the big flower "E" . . . it's an open house from like 9:00 until 1:00 or 2:00 or so.

I think I'm just trying to fill space, here. Why am I writing?

I should really write my story or something.

God, it's been a long time. I'm so afraid I'm not going to be able to get back into it and lose it forever.

I think about it every day.

You all must get sick of listening to me complain about this.

Anyway . . . I am going to go something productive-- like my college essays, speech, or novel. Either that, or eat, or perhaps take a shower, or write yet another parody, or do the default and sleep.

Good Movies and Complaining About My Story

The Incredibles was very cute. Very, very cute. Twisted villains and everything.

Yeah . . . I'm worried about Star Wars III, too, Christina . . . Saw the ad in the theater *sigh*

Okay, geek comment. Harry Potter and Star Wars. Oh so similar. It's been pointed out before. I won't go into it.

I guess all "epic struggles" just become about the same, thematically, after a while.

Tory told me that I act more like a fan boy than a fangirl-- apparently, because I don't spazz about how hot the guys are; I just get excited about the plots and the connections. So I told her that works to my benefit; as a geek/nerd girl who looks for personality in guys rather than looks, assuming they reciprocally behave the same way, I shall be quite coveted in my time, lol ^_^

Just because I want someone to talk to that will still be interesting when we're eighty years old . . . because, after all, there's NO chance in either of us looking good, then.

I felt pretty today. My hair was straight, and I had on my skirt that I love and knee socks. I really like knee socks, for some reason . . . Then with my winter coat and Harry Potter scarf, I felt very winter-y. I like winter-y.

I have to get up (semi-) early and go work at the thingy again. I didn't call to tell her ahead of time; the place closes at 4:00 and I really didn't get home and organized in time for that deadline . . . Oh well, they always need people . . .

Come get Christmas shopping done at Church Community Services. You can get candles and soups and cookie mixes and dips . . . and it benefits a good cause. It's on 3rd St., right by where the streets go under the railroad tracks, by the big flower "E" . . . it's an open house from like 9:00 until 1:00 or 2:00 or so.

I think I'm just trying to fill space, here. Why am I writing?

I should really write my story or something.

God, it's been a long time. I'm so afraid I'm not going to be able to get back into it and lose it forever.

I think about it every day.

You all must get sick of listening to me complain about this.

Anyway . . . I am going to go something productive-- like my college essays, speech, or novel. Either that, or eat, or perhaps take a shower, or write yet another parody, or do the default and sleep.