oh no! tomorrow we have to give speeches in Senior Planning. what a load of crap. i hate speeches... everyone staring, at me, and to me talk about myself. oh lard. AAANND, not only do we have to speak in front of the class, but mrs. roorda will be filming it with, get this, a video camera. for those of you not familiar with what that is: it's like pictures with sound AND movement. yes, i know, it seems a little odd to me too. then we get to watch ourselves on friday. oh torture (and not the good kind). *sigh* i wish i hadn't skipped so much already, i am up to my limit on absences... blah! i may cry... hehehe...that would make a loverly addition to my speech, no? ANd, i have yet to write the damned thing out. *hits head against wall...repeatedly* oh fun...i wonder if i can "pass"...most likely, no. worthless classs... arrgggh.
golly, what did i learn about myself as a person?
lol, not a whole damned lot.
let's see... i procrastinate? i already knew that, and it's the topic of 95% of the speeches...
i am a lazy-assed little twit? hey! dat might work...no. too similar to procrastination...
i...hate people! oh, that's nothing new...
i...may cry? hey, yeah...and then i could follow it up with an example! crrrrrap!
civil disobedience is an option. let's all walk out! c'mon. follow mee...no. the class isn't smart enough... i could use bribery! "i haaavve candy..." ert...no.
i'm gonna have to speak in front o' the claa aa aaaaassssss. grrrr.