Speech later.... arrrrrrgh.
Mar. 1st, 2005 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nirix5On the bus this morning, Jason said that it was normal for me to be nervous about giving my speech because I'm an introverted person.
Then Kevin broke in and corrected him. "You're not introverted. You're a social leper."
Why does leprosy keep coming up in bus conversations?
Anyway, spent the first part of the morning in one of the lecture auditoriums, debating the merits of my cleavage and practicing speaking out loud- once I was too fast, and the other I didn't make enough eye contact. Then we adjourned to the bridge, where Manda shared cake with Jason and I.
It was great cake and now my fingers smell like butterscotch. I'm going to go into this speech thing and I'm totally going to make it my bitch, because I believe in the power of butterscotch fingers.
I can't touch my eyes because I'm wearing makeup. I keep remembering just before I got to rub them, and look like an idiot because I raise my hands to my face, hold them there, and put them back down for what looks like no reason at all.
Then Kevin broke in and corrected him. "You're not introverted. You're a social leper."
Why does leprosy keep coming up in bus conversations?
Anyway, spent the first part of the morning in one of the lecture auditoriums, debating the merits of my cleavage and practicing speaking out loud- once I was too fast, and the other I didn't make enough eye contact. Then we adjourned to the bridge, where Manda shared cake with Jason and I.
It was great cake and now my fingers smell like butterscotch. I'm going to go into this speech thing and I'm totally going to make it my bitch, because I believe in the power of butterscotch fingers.
I can't touch my eyes because I'm wearing makeup. I keep remembering just before I got to rub them, and look like an idiot because I raise my hands to my face, hold them there, and put them back down for what looks like no reason at all.
