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OBS. Big Fat Yay,
Monday, January 25, 2010 9:44 PM

So, in addition to all the stupid Biology and Physics and Chemistry block-thick books we have to bring, we also need cotton twine. And matches. And solid fuel. Whatever that is, anyway.

I'm really afraid of getting all soaked and muddy. I hate having seaweed dangling all over me. I know some people like it (IMMA LUKIN ATCHA FEEBS), but I'm not one of them. Lo! So why is this a big deal? I hate dirtying new clothes even worse. For once, my wardrobe is filled with T-shirts that fit me, and T-shirts I'm actually willing (daring) to wear out. And now OBS is forcing me to splash dirt and mosquitoes all over them.

Well, of course we can buy brand-new posh long-sleeved T-shirts to wear in the freaking hot sun and thereby sweat ourselves up in a coat of oil and other bodily excretions. But, you see, we are not all as rich as you think I am, therefore we have to resort to buying from Hang Ten. And no one should ever be forced to buy from Hang Ten! Their logo is a pair of footprints, for heaven's sake.

The CEO of the IDA is coming over tomorrow. And for once, I'm (halfway) not absolutely terrified. Or am I? I hate public speaking, as mentioned previously. Somehow. I don't know why, but it just.. is. D= WHY WAS I BORN WITH STAGE FRIGHT?! :( I really think it is hereditary from the start, then it can be cultivated later on. Confidence in public speaking, I mean. Either it's natural or it's cultivated or it's forced. Sad truth.


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