February 20, 2004 :: 1:42 a.m.
does my body language scream "try to make me uncomfortable?"
Man, I haven't listened to this CD in ages. I am now reminded of why I love it so much - because it rocks. Poe rocks pretty hardcore in general. She needs to get back with the music making, fo' serious.
So who watched Angel last night? Huh? If you didn't, well, I can only say that I feel very sorry for you, you sad, deprived children. Because that? Was the funniest hour of television EVAR. I sincerely hope they market an Puppet Angel doll, complete with big-ass sword, detachable nose, and optional fangs and crinkly vamp brow, because I? Would buy like fifteen.
Anyway, I set my VCR to tape it, because I knew I'd want to watch it again. And I was not wrong. I sat myself down in my papasan chair at about midnight, rewound the tape, and began viewing. Before the teaser even came on, the tape went all "waaah-zip-grunk" and jumped straight to an old episode of Tru Calling. WTF? So I rewound and tried again. Same thing. Apparently something went wrong with either the VCR or the tape itself, and now not only do I not have Puppet Angel on tape to watch again and again, but I also no longer trust my VCR to tape things for me. Sigh. It's no big, I guess - I'll get Puppet Angel through the magic of BitTorrent, and I always download JoA as soon as it's up as well. But I'm running out of hard drive space, dammit. Argh.
I have come to believe that I must be a really fun person to pick on. I must put out some kind of "pick on me!" vibe that people just can't resist. Seriously. My Creative Writing professor LOVES to pick on me. It's become a sort of running gag, only it's not really all that funny on my part because THIS IS PUBLIC SPEAKING WE'RE TALKING ABOUT. And public speaking, even to a very small public, is not a thing I do well, or without a fight. So of course he has this thing where he looooves to make me read stuff to the group. Normally only poems are read aloud before workshopping - short stories are generally too long, and that's not how people would be hearing them under normal circumstances anyway. We workshopped one of my poems once, and I had to read it, and it sucked, but at least it was short. Right?
Tonight, for the second time in our period of acquaintance, he tried to have me read a short story to the class. Not as a workshopping thing - just because. The first time, last semester, I gave in. Because I'm weak that way, and, well, I didn't really mind with that group of people. But tonight, I refused. He actually ended up reading it, which I was fine with. Because I don't particularly care if my stuff is read aloud - I just don't want to be the person doing it. Gah. I knew, as soon as he starting talking after handing back submissions, that he was going to try it. And just... GAH! We've been down this road before, dude. We've talked about it. And yet, you persevere.
It's just annoying as poo, is what it is. Because seriously, it's not nice to spring something like that one someone like me, who has THOROUGHLY ESTABLISHED public speaking issues. Am I right? I think I'm right. And if I'm not, I still don't care. Because I am a stubborn, ornery bastardette, and that is what I do.
End of story.
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