Public speaking for the troubled mind

           I am what i like to call a stage manager. I set up the stage so the actors get their 15 minutes of fame. But i'm not in film school, I'm a telecommunications major. So, the other day, i wrote a paper on a topic i won't bore you with. I was supposed to write this with my 'group members' but they did not do their part. I was ok with doing the whole project because we struck a deal; i write the paper, someone else presents. This is what i do. However, the day of the presentation came close and none of my group members could read up in time to present. Final vote, i had to present the paper.

          I hate public speaking. Everyone is looking at you and i cannot stand the sweaty palms. Anyway, i battle with the shaky voice and almost wet my pants but finally present my paper to my dean and four other students. I almost die from the encounter but he likes it. He likes it so much that i'm presenting it at a national conference, to over 400 people. Panic attack anyone?

Bug..... Bug.... BUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                  I used to think roaches were the most annoying insects on earth. Boy was i wrong. Crickets and grasshoppers beat them hands down. My room keeps on getting infested with these pests.   The other morning, i woke up with a cricket on my left arm. I've heard of parrots on your arm but crickets? I screamed and jumped about like a mad person for about 5 minutes. The amazing thing is that my roommate remained asleep all through this. I could no longer sleep on my bed and only got the courage, the next morning, to finish a can of insecticide underneath my bed. The second night, i woke up with a cricket on my right arm. "Oh, now we interchanging?" sigh. There goes another can of insecticide. I hate crickets.

           So i am complaining to my roommate about how these insects are BUGGING me. I ask her why she's always asleep. She does not reply. That night, a grasshopper and a cricket were playing tag beside my bed. While i was jumping about and screaming like i do best, my roommate jumps up and swats both of them in one take. WOW. Who needs insecticide when you have my roommate. HE he he he

Pump the throttle!!! Fool

                   I am one of those breeds of girls that have accepted the fact that they are dependent. I like the Destiny's Child song 'Independent Women", but thats as close to independent as i get. To top it all up, i tend not only to be accident prone, but to have a tendency to get in trouble. However, i am blessed, my friends are cut out to handle me and various my situations.


                  Today was one of those days when i wish i had rabbit feet. I called a cab to take me to the market. Everything was all peachy until the car stalled. Experienced drivers (like myself) know that when a manual geared car stalls, you turn the keys and pump the throttle. However, i was lucky enough to end up with a driver who did not know this. He kept on turning the key in the ignition without throttling. I wonder how he started the car in the first place. Anyhoo, the dude pops the hood and starts messing with his engine then comes back and repeats his miserable attempt at starting the car.

                 You are probably wondering why i dint tell the dude how to do it. I did, but he wudn't listen. He actually said "Let me handle this, i know what to do". then he calls a mechanic and next thing the engine is on the floor. At this point, i called my best friend and all he said was "where are you?". I was picked up and safely in the car before my two bffs started laughing.
Sigh. What would i do without them? probably still be there with Mr. I don't Know How to Drive. Hisssss