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[whiski_sour]

I interviewed Frank today. I dunno how, but we managed to make our time limit. The only good thing the teacher could say about me was that I had a lot of energy (he repeated that a couple of times) and that we had a good interaction (I looked at him, which isn't hard to do since he's easy on the eyes). Yeah, I set the standard for what not to do worse than.

I fully admit to losing it at the end when I dared to look at my class and Emma was fanning herself (we've been giving Frank shit for being good looking...Yolanda told him as an attention getter he should take off his shirt). I fucking full on cackled like only I can. Great ending.

Frank still has to interview me on Monday. This will go better because I've got no qualms about talking about myself.

I wasn't nervous. I don't mind public speaking. I mean, really, nothing can be worse than having to stand up in front of a class and telling them you were named after a prostitute and admitting you've been eletrocuted on more than one occasion. I've got no problems with making an ass out of myself in front of other people.

And I was rather confident. I was confident that we weren't prepared and we were gonna suck, and by laws we did. I deliver what I promise, for sure.

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[luchalibrarian.livejournal.com]

When I was in 7th or 8th grade I was in this play. Halfway through my friend and I looked across the stage at each other and bursted into full on hysterical laughter. It was a thing of beauty. :D

[whiski_sour]

I've not done it in a play. However, as I've gotten older, I've taken to laughing at everything. I feel this may cause me problems in the future of this class.