So first things first...debate. Is over. Thank God, right? Yes. Ask anyone involved (the normal ones, at least...) and they will say, or scream, maybe...a big, rounded, "Yes!"
And no, I didn't win. Or rather, I didn't end up going to the Debate Off. I will admit that at first, I was a little bit disappointed. It's like at first, I was adamant about not wanting to go. But after months of work and preparation and stress and delusion...you begin to feel like Heck yeah, of course I wanna go further with this.
But as I sat in the front row at said Debate Off on Wednesday night, I was pretty glad I wasn't up there. I probably would have been extreeeeemly nervous. And, well, you know how it goes after that.
All in all, though, I'm pretty thankful for how my debate experience for the year went.
But I'm oh so glad it's over.
Moving on...
Uh. Hold up...I can't remember what else I was going to talk about here.
And why is this? Well, I've run into this horrible spell of daydreaming. And I mean, like, I've got it bad. The kind that makes you stop what you're doing and blank out and look just as ridiculous as the people in movies? Yeah, that kind. The kind that you actually, literally have to shake your head when you're done to remind yourself that you're back in reality. I haven't been daydreaming this badly for years. Whether it's good or bad, well, I guess I'll find out. But I must say that it will probably end up being bad when I'm daydreaming and I walk into a brick wall of some sort
Hmph. What else was riding on that Train of Thought?
I can't remember. See? There goes the daydreaming again.
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I've literally been sitting here for like five minutes now, humming Owl City and trying to retrieve all the clever things I was going to say in this blog. I'm taking that as an indication that a) I'm not going to get them back and b) It's time abandon this poor little train wreck of a post.
Which I shall do now.
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