While in class last night I get a text from a dear buddy (Xoch) I haven't hung out with in a long while. Or so it seems like a long while, might be a long while, im sure it has been a little longer than a while...anyway she texts me and asks to go out on Friday..What!!!! Me go out with friends?!!!!
You already know my answer!
This is how our texting back and forth went:
Xoch-oodles: Hola amores, thinking a girls night out is much needed (DITTO) I want to proposed Friday night if possible. We can go to bar or something chill..or beat bitches up, whatever's clever..lol
Me: Yes mam, would love it. (Remember yall I am in class right now so my answer had to be short and sweet all though I would have loved to do the second of the two...I figured hanging out with our faces intact will do just fine)
Xoch-oodles: Sweet. K well k.i.t on time (Don't know what this means, anyone??) Prob work full day, so text ya on when to meet, cool?
Me: Okey Dokey hopefully I don't have lots of homework.
Xoch-oodles: Please don't. I will email your teachers with death threats :)
How sweet is that girl?
I get so excited when the possibility of hanging out with my girlfriends arise.
So while sitting and waiting to do my presentation I keep glancing at my phone waiting for any other exciting texts.
None come.
I quickly forget about my phone and start to feel nauseatingly sick because how close we are getting to do our presentations. I thought,... will I make it to the bathroom if need be? It wasn't that far. Geez!
Before this panic mode starts on me I think to myself that I will be fine, shiiiiiiit I took a mutha-fuckin speech class where I had to get up in front of 25 students and make speeches for a whole semester.
Well it didn't quite work out that way....
Instructor asked who wanted to start, thank the gods that someone else volunteered to go first. Hells yeah!
First guy goes up and this poor man is standing there hands shaking like he has had to much coffee or is having a bad alcohol withdrawal, face is red and he is shaking the whole time but he finishes.
Remember he is the first one up so then come the questions based on how you answered to your situation, and you have to stick with it and believe what you say or else you end up like this tard.
Class fuckin grilled him so bad his face looked as if it was about to burst, he started stuttering a bit and back tracked on his answers..I felt bad.
I thought Oh crap i'm next....
I felt like I was going to hurl in my bag. I mean that feeling you get after a night of boozing you don't realize it until you lay down sick. I had this incredible fear of looking retarded and sick-to-my-stomach. To make matters worse it was about 8:00 p.m. last thing I ate was at noon...you do the math.
I was hungry, nervous, sweaty, edgy and worried that I was going to pass out if they did that shit to me.
Thankfully I didnt go after this guy, but same thing happened to the next ladies hands they kept on shaking I was like how can she read that shit if it is shaking so badly? She pulled through and no one asked her tough questions. Hmmm...Maybe I could get away with that.
Then came my turn. shit. oh no. ok you got this. breathe. relax. breathe. relax. breathe. don't breathe to hard you will lose consciousness. alright let's do it. Got my legs working to stand up there and did it.
I think it went pretty well. Considering.
The instructor thought I did good and he is a tough ass. One girl's question was "Do you work for the police department? It sounds like you know a lot" haha good one. I said "Not yet".
Ohhhh.... I left out the part where my voice started breaking at the end. Quivery vocals. Fucking great. What? My throat was parched. severely!
What was I to do? Stop and ask for a drink?
Anyway, I stuck with my opinions and clabbered down any crazy people that tried to out do me with their crazy questions. I'm no weenie. See I did it.
Next time I will have to prepare somehow. Damn you tremor voice!
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