Yes, I Totally Went There

    I am writing about something  that JUST happened to me.  Yes, it is not a good idea, but I feel that if I don't do it now that I never will.

    I had yet another Speech and Debate thing this weekend.  One of the highlights was that we got to stay in a hotel over night.  We also got to leave school early.  Excellent.  Most excellent.  I would rather sit at another school for hours (literally, and way more that five hours--way more) and be able to get out of school two hours early than go to a full day of school.

     I have this new nervous habit.  I have recently started to bite my lower lip when I get really nervous, which happened to be quite frequent this weekend.  Needless to say my lower lip is chapped beyond my healing abilities.  Unfortunately I am not a magician, wizard, warlock, witch, sub-human that heals quickly, or anything related to any of those.  I must endure this hardship with a smile on my face.  Hot damn that hurts.  Alright, maybe just a small grin.

     Amount of times that I threw up due to nerves:  three times.
     Amount of times that I threw up due to some other reason:  zero.

Once the night before and twice the day of my speech.  Man, I really blew that.  It was not very well presented.  One judge told me to not point to my poster and another told me to use it more.  Alright, eff the both of you.  I shall listen to Erin on this one.

     Amount of sleep the night before my speech: five hours of sleep.  After I had given my speech, along with everyone else in my bevy, excluding one girl who was doing debate (and quite well, evidently) went to a coffee joint.  I got a small black coffee and three shots of espresso on the side.  Wonderful, liquid meth, almost.  Gotta love it.  That's an Aerosmith song.  Did you know that?  Yeah, it came off of their 1993 album, Get A Grip.

This post is really long, isn't it?
After my coffee and espresso, I had another cup of black coffee.  Oh, but right before that, black tea.  I am so ready for sleep, but this conscious comatose state is something that is not experienced every day.  I think that I could have a bit more fun with this half-dead feeling.  I feel... quite odd.  Not bad, not good, just... different.  Things are a bit slow for me to feel.  I swear, I didn't really do meth.

   How to fix my nervous habits?  I say, my lower lip is not pleasant feeling at this moment, nor has it been all weekend.  And shifting my feet when I speak.  Also bad.

     Well, I hope this different style (and length) of post didn't bother anyone too much, or throw then off guard.  Stay alert!  Beware the lackluster life of perpetual hebetude!

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UPDATE:  Oh yeah, I also left my speech and poster at the school.  We got about ten, fifteen minutes down the road and I realized that.
Me: Hey, uh.. are we going to like.. um.. stop.. anywhere.. between here and the hotel?
(The hotel being more than two hours away)
Adult:  Why..?
Me:  Well... I was wondering if someone could... like.. bring me something.. if we stopepd.
Adult:  What did you forget?
Me:  Well, I kind of left me speech at the school...
Me:  And my poster...
(That was a very important part of my speech, mind you.)

In the end she turned around and I felt so incredibly guilty.  She didn't get any makeup.  All weekend.  My fault.  Oops..