and the day...

Man, my window is open and it's so lovely outside. I heart you, summer. Only on these days...when I'm walking alone, I'm truly manic, or I'm truly grateful for the life I have been given.

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
Death Cab For Cutie- Death of an Interior Decorator

I feel like I have to map out my day so that it can go as smoothly and as perfectly as possible, because i'm SHIT NERVOUS for my speech today. And I sure hope it goes well. Goodness...I've never been so nervous.

And I think I"ll be "surfing the crimson wave" (Cher in Clueless). Yeah, so what up. SUCK ASSSSSSSSS. Well that ruins my fun. I hate this time of the month.

Here I go mapping then....

time is 11:44.

12:00- SHOWER, get ready--all that shit
12:40- Look over Outline
--------create notecards
--------any last demonstration visuals?
--------finish wallet
1:40- Lunch
2:00- Look over Speech material
-------Rehearse?
-------Rehearse!
2:40- Get shit ready
-------
-------(maybe a little nap) or watch some soaps
3:30- Head to De Anza
4:00- De Anza...PRACTICE PRACTICE PRACTICE
4:30- Judgment Time.
8:00- Out of the Hell Hole
8:30- Home sweet home.
?????- and I'm completely free, and gone, and ready for anything. FREEEEE at last...

Then another speech on Wednesday...it never stops, now does it? Well I'm going to get a head start.