[Don't just talk revolution; Act revolution] Last week was dead-on with the majority of the projects & extra shifts, even to the extent of forgetting my days hence forgetting my weekday shift. Tiresome, yes, but we/I did well & pulled it all off.
Saturday was insane, I was so stricken with fear + stress when I got booked & fined. I don't give a twat about the money even if it's gonna hurt my Melbourne fund. But hell, if the letter gets into the hands of my parents, I can motherfucking forget even about crossing over to JB, much less Melbourne. I'd be force to quit my waitressing gig & live on prolly one mocha a day.
I kicked off this week doused in formal clothes for OB prez. I barely have formal clothes to even save myself. You'd prolly laugh at me if you saw me yesterday. I only have myself to blame for foolishly investing in those patent heels years ago. My feet died. The prez was, truth be told, screwed. I met Zhuliana at the end of the day. Jue didn't want to hang with my friends & I didn't bother to travel to PP to meet her so I dropped the idea of meeting her & settled for McDonalds with Zhuliana.
I got my keys duplicated, including the letterbox key. Yay for art of interception! I hope.
& today the class had a dry-run practice prez, in conjunction with the report prez somewhere in the next two weeks. I believe I pulled it off fairly. & I'm glad I grabbed enough attention from the class to make them notice my topic & the significance of bringing it to the table. I'm even more glad I was spotted by a few classmates. I love you people! Sure, I fumbled my words & greets & my points weren't really thoroughly elaborated. But I guess I did enough to get Mrs Raimi & the classmates to even understand the language that I am speaking. Hahahahaah.
This prez was more or less impromtu & it goes more or less like this lest my memory fails me. For Keepsake Soz. My account has been dead since I started it a long time back. Tell me what you think, if you even bother. Hahahaha. The tagbox's free for the reigning!
