2005-04-05
pussy-boy
Regionals on Saturday. NFL. Free trip to Philadelphia, PA. Bunch of kids speaking, debating, bullshitting their way to the top. I do all three very well.
Why am I bothered by this then? I don't want to lose. I can't lose. Is it egotistical of me to have already planned my entire summer vacation around this trip? Winning won't just take me to Philly. Day-trips are already scheduled for New York [BROADWAY!] and Washington, D.C. [GEORGETOWN!]. I cannot not go.
I will do well this weekend. Actually, I probably won't have to do well at all, since competition on this island is very scarce and not very... competitive anyway. But oooh, I just can't let anything slide. I must do well. But knowing the competency of the judges we get here on our marvelous island of ours, they wouldn't know first-place material if it stood and talked to them right in front of their faces. So I don't want to suck, but I don't want to overwork myself either, since the judges here are so fucking dense when it comes to good speaking skills.
Why am I even stressing out about this?? It's just a speech competition, you pussy.
I deserve to go! If not for my strong dedication [ahem] to the organization itself, then for the mere fact that I WENT LAST YEAR. No one else deserves to go more than me. And everyone else who went last year. ONLY. Everyone else can go to hell and die.
I want it over with now. Just let me win already. It would give everyone some more extra time to get an early start on their drinking Saturday morning. Trust me. You won't regret it, I promise.
tipsydrunk at 11:28 p.m.
