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Forensic Tournament, Country accents, and My craziest dream

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Okay, so this post is going to be really random and not well written... Mostly just me talking to myself. Also, if you get bored with a topic, you can skip through, because I bolded where the new topic starts.

I went to this forensics tournament(completive public speaking) and we did a duo (a short performance with two characters) and it sucked. We sort of didn't want to work on it, and then last Monday we had to switch peices, so of corse by Saturday we didn't even have it memorized! So the entire time, during the competition, we improvised by making stuff up. The judge didn't even seem to notice. Our scores weren't the greatest, but they weren't nearly as bad as we deserved.

Now, see, the entire performance was done in country accents, and now my tongue won't realize were no longer in Hicksville. >.< FLARGH!

Which brings me to an interesting question. I figure, at least I think, we call country accents, 'country accents', because they are really like, independent from everyone's else other country's accent (Like we don't sound like other countries so we call it a 'country' accent- since it's our countrie's accent).

So, if you went to like, England, Canada, or Australia, wouldn't it make sense if country accents were like a really stereotypical *Insert country's name here* accent? Like a country accent in Australia should be a guy running around saying "Hi mate! CRIKEY!" Basically like the wonderful Steve Irwin did. I think it makes sense...

Anyway, now the third topic, my crazy dreams. Okay, so this is how it went. I woke up and went into the bathroom, and I was like 8 months pregnant- like I had a humongous belly! I looked in the mear and I was like "Oh, I'm pregnant...". Sort of like you might look in the mear and say, "Hm... I have crazy bed head." I wasn't shocked at all!

So than I got thinking about how I got a pregnant. (And this is where it went really weird- and no it's not perverted! Dirty mind, my dear reader!) And as if it was clear as day, I realized I was giving birth to the next Jesus. Except it was going to be a girl. Than, I went on with my day, as if nothing unusual was happening. Even though I was all of a sudden 8 months pregnant with the next Jesus girl. I began to ponder what I was going to do with my little Jesus baby and I decided I wasn't going to let her get as famous as the first Jesus because I didn’t want her getting into show business.

Yea, it was pretty weird. And before anyone says anything, yes I realize their will never be another Jesus. It was just one of those dreams that make you think, ‘Whoa! My subconscious is insane!’

So yea, I hope you didn’t mind the random post…

My friend just got a user, and might become a Opera user but this is funny... (BTW, I changed is s/n here)

Nathan (9:50:59 PM): i spent half my day trying to figure out how to spell opera
Nathan (9:51:18 PM): i thought it was Oprah
XxAmy2themaxX (9:51:22 PM): Oprah?
Nathan (9:51:25 PM): i couldn't find an internet browser named Oprah
XxAmy2themaxX (9:51:24 PM): Noakldgjaklsdjg\
XxAmy2themaxX (9:51:27 PM): Lmao

So I almost died today for the sake of an education....

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School wasn’t canceled today so I had to actually go to school- that means I have to drive. Yes me. The person who’s been driving the tremendous amount of three or four months. So with the news of school being open this morning I took to the street, with my ample amount of driving time and my homicidal truck to guide me.

So I was going down Rock Road, a usually busy fast-paced street that people take at 45mph or faster (and since I just realized I have European people reading this, that’s like 72.42KPH) , going about 20 mph (32.19kph). As usual I have to drive over this bridge. So I attempt to slow down, since bridges are supposed to be slippery but me braking instead of a form of deceleration, just cause my truck to go off sliding. My car suddenly decides it wants to go take a dip in the freezing cold depths of the river below the bridge. I scream- slamming on the breaks, repeatedly. All the while chanting choice words, as my truck promenades itself like some beauty queen in a bikini just off for a dip in the river.

Than randomly, my homicidal beauty queen in a bikini truck decides, “Oh, no. You know what, I think I’m going to go off the other side of the bridge.”

So off we go swerving to the left edge, me continuing my chant of imprecate words as on coming traffic in that lane comes at me. Desperately I corrected my wheels and then back we were swerving to the other side. (Indecisive homicidal model in a bikini truck, I have, eh?) Than finally after much chanting and even greater amount of stomping on the brakes, my car stops and I slowly carefully allow my car to slide towards the other side of the bridge and I live.

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