07.11.2003 ~ 4:13 pm
ETA: (thought i'd put it at the top for a change) go here. fucking fantastic. except them getting chine fucking wrong.
hello.
so i did that speech thing (actually, it's called an encomium) today. we were supposed to have some sort of context, like a eulogy. luckily i found out that the 145th anniversary of robert owen's death is in 10 days, so i made something up.
making speeches are horrible for people with a fear of public speaking, i.e. me. (NB public speaking is not the same as speaking loudly in public, which is something i enjoy doing. perhaps it's how i get my kicks, but that's for another time) after the initial minute of making sure i could see the words and that i'm looking at people at regular intervals, it became semi-automatic. i was aware of my voice, which sounded stupid, but it was as though i was in a dream with the edges of my vision fading into black and i could only see through a little rectangular hole.
actually, ben hales puts this very eloquently: It was like an out-of-body experience where you get a really shit view.
apparently i wasn't reading too fast. my sexy british accent also helped. and i have fabulous friends who call me buffy. okay, one fabulous friend named jessica, who until now has been refered to in this diary as "galadriel", "the girl who reads fanfic" and "the girl who likes johnny depp, orlando bloom and therefore pirates of the caribbean". today she was a gay man. no really, she was nathaniel hawthorne talking about his late lover, herman melville. as i said, fabulous.
over now. i will have two days of sitting back and critically comparing myself to everyone else (who are better than me).
wanted to go to the retirement home today for community service hours. i'm a selfish bitch, what can i say. but was informed that i had no permission form and didn't know when or where it is. clever. and i'm also not going to the play tonigh because no one is going with me. i'll get the extra credit next week.
we had a substitute for french today. she asked if i was in drama. just because i'm a drama queen. i might be good at it, i know how it's supposed to turn out but i'm just cripplingly self-conscious. director, perhaps?
weather reports said it was gonna be cold today. not cold enough. i wore a semi-turtleneck and the corduroy jacket. brought along a scarf for good measure. did i mention that i can't bear turtlenecks? felt as if i were being strangled all day. and that, i think you'd agree, is a horrible feeling.
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