i HATE speeches...
So yeah... I have no topic for this speech that's due in... 17 hours. This seems like a lot of time, only it includes sleeping, showering, driving, and spending like 5 hours in classes. It's not very much time. Approximately 3 hours til bedtime.
So this is mainly gonna be brainstorming, but I'm gonna post it out there for everybody to read anyway.
The big thing that's been pushed so far in choosing a topic has been choosing something you know a lot about. I've come to the conclusion that I don't know anything. I mean seriously, I can't tell anybody anything about anything without finding the answer somewhere else. There is absolutely nothing that I'm really "knowledgeable" about.
My second plan was to pick something I care about... In response to that, I find that I don't care about anything. At least nothing I can give a speech about. I look around my room trying to see something that could give me an idea... the only thing in the whole room that actually means anything to me are the prom pictures, the Wizard of Oz poster, and the picture of my Compassion child. I don't know if I even would have had the Compassion idea if Kristen (and by Kristen I mean Larry) hadn't thought of it first.
So does all of this mean that there's abosolutely nothing of any significance in my life? I'm beginning to think so. It would explain a lot. It explains why I'm depressed half the time, and why I couldn't come up with any "interests" when I was trying to update my profile the other day.
I'm beginning to think that I'm actually gonna have to follow thru on the history of Valentine's Day... oh, I mean Singles' Awareness Day... idea.
I always thought Google was my friend, but today it has given me absolutely nothing.
All of this actually explains a whole lot. It also shows why I can't pick a major and why I have seemingly no ambitions for the rest of my life. In order to do what I love, I have to love something. Explains why I can't get out of any boat... I'm still on the shore.
The Olympics are awesome. It means I don't have to watch any of the crappy stuff on TV. I can just watch the Olympics. I watched the luge the other day... I really, really, really, want to try it. If there was any Olympic sport that I wanted to attempt it would be the luge.
Hey hey, I just realized that I don't feel like throwing up anymore... YES!
I still have no topic. Let's see... I like music. I like food. I like TV. I like soap. Yes, soap. I like the luge. I'm pretty sure that's it. Oh, I like Mary Higgins Clark. I read a whole book Friday night... all 300 pages of it. I like cute little kids.... They make me wish I could be little again.
That's something else I've been thinking about actually. How I wish I could see things like a little kid again. I wish I could just believe everything I'm supposed to believe and not question it. I wish things were simple like they were back then. I wish I could still believe that everything I was allowed to see, hear, and believe were true. I wish I still knew the difference between what is real and what is just crap in my head.
Enough of that. I still need a topic. Seriously... this is the hardest thing I've done in college. Not kidding at all, seriously.
Do I seriously just not care about anything!? I really don't think I do. Pretty sure I can't talk for 5 mintues about blogging, so I'm thinking this is all pretty much pointless, but at this point I just don't care... Ha, I didn't intend to do that.
I just scratched my gum with my nonexistent fingernail and made it bleed. Stupid.
This is so pathetic. I'm so pathetic. I just realized that all of this sounds like I'm nothing but a selfish, whiney person... that might not be far off, but it's really not what I intend. I'm angry. I come across as just whiney and pathetic though. Angry might be the wrong word... I'm not throwing or hitting, though I might get to that point soon. Mostly I'm frustrated. With this assignment, but mostly with myself.
You know, I've figured this out in my head, and I'm pretty sure I could still get an A in this class even if I refuse to do this speech altogether.
If I had a place to volunteer, I could research that place and talk about it. Too bad I don't have that either.
Go Daron Rahlves and Bode Miller.
I really should stop this, but I still don't have a topic, therefore I'm not technically wasting time, cuz there's nothing else I could be doing.
On my way home I realized that the whole Wendy's idea wasn't gonna fly for you guys. We tried to go there for lunch today. For some reason I didn't even think of it til I was almost home, and I thought about calling somebody, but then I decided that that would probly make things even more confusing than when you got there and found that it was closed. Sorry.
I wonder if the United Way would take me. They have a whole bunch of literacy stuff going on that I might be okay at. I don't know what to do about any of this. GRRRRRRRR...
Sorry... I'm going to quit now. Maybe writing is hindering my creativity (yeah right). If anything writing brings it out. Oh well... maybe I just don't have any creativity yet. Maybe I'll just go home.
So this is mainly gonna be brainstorming, but I'm gonna post it out there for everybody to read anyway.
The big thing that's been pushed so far in choosing a topic has been choosing something you know a lot about. I've come to the conclusion that I don't know anything. I mean seriously, I can't tell anybody anything about anything without finding the answer somewhere else. There is absolutely nothing that I'm really "knowledgeable" about.
My second plan was to pick something I care about... In response to that, I find that I don't care about anything. At least nothing I can give a speech about. I look around my room trying to see something that could give me an idea... the only thing in the whole room that actually means anything to me are the prom pictures, the Wizard of Oz poster, and the picture of my Compassion child. I don't know if I even would have had the Compassion idea if Kristen (and by Kristen I mean Larry) hadn't thought of it first.
So does all of this mean that there's abosolutely nothing of any significance in my life? I'm beginning to think so. It would explain a lot. It explains why I'm depressed half the time, and why I couldn't come up with any "interests" when I was trying to update my profile the other day.
I'm beginning to think that I'm actually gonna have to follow thru on the history of Valentine's Day... oh, I mean Singles' Awareness Day... idea.
I always thought Google was my friend, but today it has given me absolutely nothing.
All of this actually explains a whole lot. It also shows why I can't pick a major and why I have seemingly no ambitions for the rest of my life. In order to do what I love, I have to love something. Explains why I can't get out of any boat... I'm still on the shore.
The Olympics are awesome. It means I don't have to watch any of the crappy stuff on TV. I can just watch the Olympics. I watched the luge the other day... I really, really, really, want to try it. If there was any Olympic sport that I wanted to attempt it would be the luge.
Hey hey, I just realized that I don't feel like throwing up anymore... YES!
I still have no topic. Let's see... I like music. I like food. I like TV. I like soap. Yes, soap. I like the luge. I'm pretty sure that's it. Oh, I like Mary Higgins Clark. I read a whole book Friday night... all 300 pages of it. I like cute little kids.... They make me wish I could be little again.
That's something else I've been thinking about actually. How I wish I could see things like a little kid again. I wish I could just believe everything I'm supposed to believe and not question it. I wish things were simple like they were back then. I wish I could still believe that everything I was allowed to see, hear, and believe were true. I wish I still knew the difference between what is real and what is just crap in my head.
Enough of that. I still need a topic. Seriously... this is the hardest thing I've done in college. Not kidding at all, seriously.
Do I seriously just not care about anything!? I really don't think I do. Pretty sure I can't talk for 5 mintues about blogging, so I'm thinking this is all pretty much pointless, but at this point I just don't care... Ha, I didn't intend to do that.
I just scratched my gum with my nonexistent fingernail and made it bleed. Stupid.
This is so pathetic. I'm so pathetic. I just realized that all of this sounds like I'm nothing but a selfish, whiney person... that might not be far off, but it's really not what I intend. I'm angry. I come across as just whiney and pathetic though. Angry might be the wrong word... I'm not throwing or hitting, though I might get to that point soon. Mostly I'm frustrated. With this assignment, but mostly with myself.
You know, I've figured this out in my head, and I'm pretty sure I could still get an A in this class even if I refuse to do this speech altogether.
If I had a place to volunteer, I could research that place and talk about it. Too bad I don't have that either.
Go Daron Rahlves and Bode Miller.
I really should stop this, but I still don't have a topic, therefore I'm not technically wasting time, cuz there's nothing else I could be doing.
On my way home I realized that the whole Wendy's idea wasn't gonna fly for you guys. We tried to go there for lunch today. For some reason I didn't even think of it til I was almost home, and I thought about calling somebody, but then I decided that that would probly make things even more confusing than when you got there and found that it was closed. Sorry.
I wonder if the United Way would take me. They have a whole bunch of literacy stuff going on that I might be okay at. I don't know what to do about any of this. GRRRRRRRR...
Sorry... I'm going to quit now. Maybe writing is hindering my creativity (yeah right). If anything writing brings it out. Oh well... maybe I just don't have any creativity yet. Maybe I'll just go home.
posted by música at
7:59 PM
2 Comments:
"Love-themed Corporate-sponsored merchandising day"...
I wish I were better at giving advice, because then I be able to think of suggestions other than a speech on Writer's Block, small Paris-Hilton style dogs, or feigning interest in any random topic that keeps the rest of the class from sleeping. Do A Brief History of Pi, and you could probably knock out a minute or two reciting the digits.
Hm, true, speeches suck. One of my college-search criteria is actually, "Does not require public speaking class."
...And now you have 14 hours... hope it worked/is working/works out well.
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.ck., at 2/12/2006 10:55 PM
Ha, yes, History of Singles' Awareness Day it is. And crappy it is. But I don't care anymore:) Thanks for the advice though... at least it's more than what rattling around my empty head:)
By
música, at 2/13/2006 11:34 AM
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