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Day 596: Riffing in front of the mirror
Mar. 19th, 2008 08:13 pmToday was an all-right day. I got more homework done than I thought I would, all things considering, given that I was a moron and pretty much overbooked myself by agreeing to be a witness for a different team. It wasn't as fun, but that's probably because I was anxious. I've been anxious all day - not about school work, but about the audition for witness examination tomorrow. I've come to the horrible realization that it's in the middle of our rescheduled legal writing class, so I'll have to duck out. I guess all I can do is take my outfit to school, be in grunge clothes, and then change. Or maybe not. I forgot that I have an extended Civ Pro class and so I'll have to go straight from Civ Pro to legal writing to the audition to probably puking in the bathroom.
After I came home from school I goofed around on the internet, ate food, played my DS and my violin - anything to get school off my mind, relax before I started trying to learn my speech. I don't have it perfectly memorized. I think my hands are unnaturally still while I give my speech. Maybe because I'm concentrating too hard. I've managed to slow down, but not unnaturally so. I realized that I kept rewriting the thing in my head, so I'd speak, ad-lib on the fly, freeze, and start all over again, which messed up my timing. Unfortunately for my mother, what I've finally come up with looks pretty much nothing like what I sent her, so she's gonna spaz, but I'll just have to get her to listen to me and see if she believes me because I spoke like a half-decent lawyer and not just because I'm her kid. I got in a good couple of riffs and now I'm half afraid that if I don't keep going I'll lose it, but I'm also afraid if I keep going I'll drive myself nuts and also totally lose it. In more ways than one.
So I'm taking another break, and then it's back to riffing in front of the mirror. I don't think I'll be riffing in the shower.
I realized that I'm a total nerd-face. The other day, during witness prep, I grabbed my wrist in the universal gaming OOC gesture to ask a question, and the 2Ls looked at me like I was nuts. Instead of practicing my first attempt to ask a guy out on a date in front of the mirror, I'm practicing the closing argument for a fictitious rape-case. I think I really was meant to be a lawyer after all. How sad is that?
Also, new lay-out for the journal. I managed to score a screen-cap of the old version. I was tempted to quickly switch back to the very first version of my journal that I used and get a cap of it before I stuck with this one, and maybe I might, but perhaps some things are best lost to the annals of cyberspace history.
Once I got done riffing it good in front of my kitchen counter, I wanted to call everyone I knew and tell it to them. I timed myself with the stop watch on my cellphone, and I came in at about seven minutes, speaking slowing, dramatic pauses and all. So if I go a bit fast, I should have my five minutes, but I won't go over ten.
Wow.
Still nervous.
Gonna try some more, I think. I'll be sick of this speech once it's done.
After I came home from school I goofed around on the internet, ate food, played my DS and my violin - anything to get school off my mind, relax before I started trying to learn my speech. I don't have it perfectly memorized. I think my hands are unnaturally still while I give my speech. Maybe because I'm concentrating too hard. I've managed to slow down, but not unnaturally so. I realized that I kept rewriting the thing in my head, so I'd speak, ad-lib on the fly, freeze, and start all over again, which messed up my timing. Unfortunately for my mother, what I've finally come up with looks pretty much nothing like what I sent her, so she's gonna spaz, but I'll just have to get her to listen to me and see if she believes me because I spoke like a half-decent lawyer and not just because I'm her kid. I got in a good couple of riffs and now I'm half afraid that if I don't keep going I'll lose it, but I'm also afraid if I keep going I'll drive myself nuts and also totally lose it. In more ways than one.
So I'm taking another break, and then it's back to riffing in front of the mirror. I don't think I'll be riffing in the shower.
I realized that I'm a total nerd-face. The other day, during witness prep, I grabbed my wrist in the universal gaming OOC gesture to ask a question, and the 2Ls looked at me like I was nuts. Instead of practicing my first attempt to ask a guy out on a date in front of the mirror, I'm practicing the closing argument for a fictitious rape-case. I think I really was meant to be a lawyer after all. How sad is that?
Also, new lay-out for the journal. I managed to score a screen-cap of the old version. I was tempted to quickly switch back to the very first version of my journal that I used and get a cap of it before I stuck with this one, and maybe I might, but perhaps some things are best lost to the annals of cyberspace history.
Once I got done riffing it good in front of my kitchen counter, I wanted to call everyone I knew and tell it to them. I timed myself with the stop watch on my cellphone, and I came in at about seven minutes, speaking slowing, dramatic pauses and all. So if I go a bit fast, I should have my five minutes, but I won't go over ten.
Wow.
Still nervous.
Gonna try some more, I think. I'll be sick of this speech once it's done.
