I survived the speech.

Gave the Obama speech finally. So absolutely nerveracking. Despite being stressed out for the past two weeks, I still wasn’t fully prepared. Or because of being stressed out over the speech, I wasn’t fully prepared. Nonetheless, I wanted to do this and get it over with. I know she focused a lot on the organization, so I made sure I had that down, even if it meant reading off of notecards at points. I hate doing that, but oh well.

As for the actual presentating, I focused on speaking slower. I was told I didn’t look nervous at all, I looked confident. It’s acting, I tell you. I could feel my legs shaking, but I know nobody can see that.

Students write comments on small slips of paper, and are given anonymously back to the presenter. It’s fascinating to read “Good points” and “crap points” from different people. Okay, nobody said “crap”, but you get the idea. Also, more than one person said it was a dry speech, and others said that it was more informative than persuasive. :: shrugs :: I don’t like the idea of jamming opinions down people’s throats. I guess that’s why I wasn’t really persuasive? Oh well.

It’s just that there’s SO MUCH INFORMATION. It was so hard to condense it down into a few points. And. The reasons why I like him don’t seem like good speech reasons. I forgot to state that every year there’s that candidate that comes off as Different, and this year, he’s that. Oh well. As they say, your audience doesn’t know what you don’t say.

It’s going to take a bit for the adreneline to wear off. Alison suggested I reward myself afterwards. Reward or not, I’m going to chill out for the rest of today. I’m working on a mix right now. I don’t know if she considers herself an audiophile, but she likes mixes. I stopped really making mixes when I stopped listening to music on cassette. CD mixes just aren’t the same at all, as I say so often.

Dad has some painting to do and wants my help. I really would, as I like painting. But today’s not the day for more shtuff. I politely declined. Today is for relaxing. I’ll zone out playing drakengard later, with or without Cliff.

..Phew. Speeches never get easier.

Oh, and happy Cinco De Mayo. Hrm. Don’t know why I said that, I normally despise holidays, even trivial ones. And especially ones where there’s no memory of the original, and the only celebration occurring is just drinking for no real reason. Maybe it’s the absurdity of it, at least people don’t pretend it has anything to do with the little town of Pueblo. Feliz Cinco De Mayo!

My date with Alison is tomorrow. We’re excited. We’re meeting up at a Chevy’s, and then we’ll play it by ear.