All the world's a stage, and all its men and women are merely players... So where's the script?
And the verdict for today's individual Comms presentation is~~~~~~ SUCCESS!!!!!!
YES!!
I was actually very nervous about it. You know why? Because my script was quite evidently overtime. As you all know. I was worried about getting cut off. And while that was, in the past, an empty threat, this is a business university I'm attending. Not only that, I'm competing with the best of the best (when you put a fraud in the midst of a group of real stuff, the fraud gets nervous... Past academic grades have proven I'm not the best of the best... just good at packaging). Thus, Professors have every reason to be stringent about the rules, no matter how petty.
Thankfully, I managed to be EXTRA relaxed and confident during my 4 minutes of fame (prayer helps... the weird--- and cool--- thing about religious faith is that if you really believe it, but you don't use it to bl***y show off, it works for the most minor of stuff). Basically, other than some sentences I really, really liked, almost everything I said or did was not according to the original script (points were still there, in order, but everything else was not). Which is partly why it took more than 4 minutes. Still, the point is that everybody loved it (more importantly, the professor enjoyed it, but don't tell her that this publically accessible blog has it written such).
My decision to pick two victims--- as well as my choice of the two victims--- was good.
Feel like sopping again. STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP.
It's as if those messages are for me, yet I have reason to doubt. But how can timing be so perfect? Sometimes they just are. The human mind perceives what it wants to perceive. That's why instincts are so hard to train, and people with good instincts are hard to come by.
STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP.
*beep* why is it that for all the abnormal traits I undertake, I'm still normal enough to be bound to this ridiculous insanity...
Well, I guess some part of me had to be human. Shucks.
Shall I go salsa night on tuesday? Is it worth it?
O-GAE DOBBIT.
YES!!
I was actually very nervous about it. You know why? Because my script was quite evidently overtime. As you all know. I was worried about getting cut off. And while that was, in the past, an empty threat, this is a business university I'm attending. Not only that, I'm competing with the best of the best (when you put a fraud in the midst of a group of real stuff, the fraud gets nervous... Past academic grades have proven I'm not the best of the best... just good at packaging). Thus, Professors have every reason to be stringent about the rules, no matter how petty.
Thankfully, I managed to be EXTRA relaxed and confident during my 4 minutes of fame (prayer helps... the weird--- and cool--- thing about religious faith is that if you really believe it, but you don't use it to bl***y show off, it works for the most minor of stuff). Basically, other than some sentences I really, really liked, almost everything I said or did was not according to the original script (points were still there, in order, but everything else was not). Which is partly why it took more than 4 minutes. Still, the point is that everybody loved it (more importantly, the professor enjoyed it, but don't tell her that this publically accessible blog has it written such).
My decision to pick two victims--- as well as my choice of the two victims--- was good.
Feel like sopping again. STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP.
It's as if those messages are for me, yet I have reason to doubt. But how can timing be so perfect? Sometimes they just are. The human mind perceives what it wants to perceive. That's why instincts are so hard to train, and people with good instincts are hard to come by.
STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP.
*beep* why is it that for all the abnormal traits I undertake, I'm still normal enough to be bound to this ridiculous insanity...
Well, I guess some part of me had to be human. Shucks.
Shall I go salsa night on tuesday? Is it worth it?
O-GAE DOBBIT.
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