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*insert Barrett rambling nonsensically in three different accents* For those of you who don't know me; this is the insanity that is the way I speak. Enjoy it; I find it quite fun meself.
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*insert Barrett rambling nonsensically in three different accents* For those of you who don't know me; this is the insanity that is the way I speak. Enjoy it; I find it quite fun meself.
hobbit_feets: (Darkness)

Well, today was rather a wonderful day, though it was- as with any day- not without its downsides.  Most of the day was taken up by the Speech Meet at Fridley, which was absolutely excellent.  In the prelims, I told The Toad Bridegroom, His Just Reward, and one of my personal favourites- The Duration of Life.  On these stories I got, respectively, a 2-98, a 1-99, and a 1-100.  Not at all shabby, I daresay, though I could have done better on The Toad Bridegroom, I felt.  It was wonderful, because Dillon and Bridget were there, and it felt a great deal like last year, with the obvious- and sad- exception of Aaron Beswick.  One of the blokes I met at the first meet was there, and we talked for a bit, which was quite groovy.  I made it to the final round, and fortunately this was one of the meets wherein you tell one of the stories you had done previously.  Needless to say, I chose The Duration of Life.  It's a great story, just because it has wonderful opportunities for humour, and it allows me to use my voices. 

Well... I got first!  I was totally not expecting that, not at all; there was one bloke whom I was sure was going to beat me, but hey!  I'm not bloody complaining, aye?  In the finals, I got a 1-100, and 1-100, and a 4-96.  Something a bit off there, methinks; nothing worse than iconsistancy in judging- especially when said judge does not give you a single reason for the score she's given you, but whatever.  Irritating, but what can one do?  It was lovely.   I am so in love with Speech.

On the downside, we were forced to wait for two hours for the bus.  That's right.  Two hours of hanging about in the cafeteria of Fridley High School, doing absolutely bloody nothing.  I ended up sleeping on one of the tables.  Also unfortunately, Megan was apparently not feeling well today, and so we were unable to have our date.  And I was so looking forward to it... *pouts*   But all for the better, probably, as I was frightfully late getting home, on account of the wretched bussing situation.  Bridget has decided that we must have a double date with her and Nick and Megan and I.  I must say, I quite agree.  

And now, because I was bored off my arse... two exceedingly random memes.  Do check them out; they're quite groovy.

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Well, today was rather a wonderful day, though it was- as with any day- not without its downsides.  Most of the day was taken up by the Speech Meet at Fridley, which was absolutely excellent.  In the prelims, I told The Toad Bridegroom, His Just Reward, and one of my personal favourites- The Duration of Life.  On these stories I got, respectively, a 2-98, a 1-99, and a 1-100.  Not at all shabby, I daresay, though I could have done better on The Toad Bridegroom, I felt.  It was wonderful, because Dillon and Bridget were there, and it felt a great deal like last year, with the obvious- and sad- exception of Aaron Beswick.  One of the blokes I met at the first meet was there, and we talked for a bit, which was quite groovy.  I made it to the final round, and fortunately this was one of the meets wherein you tell one of the stories you had done previously.  Needless to say, I chose The Duration of Life.  It's a great story, just because it has wonderful opportunities for humour, and it allows me to use my voices. 

Well... I got first!  I was totally not expecting that, not at all; there was one bloke whom I was sure was going to beat me, but hey!  I'm not bloody complaining, aye?  In the finals, I got a 1-100, and 1-100, and a 4-96.  Something a bit off there, methinks; nothing worse than iconsistancy in judging- especially when said judge does not give you a single reason for the score she's given you, but whatever.  Irritating, but what can one do?  It was lovely.   I am so in love with Speech.

On the downside, we were forced to wait for two hours for the bus.  That's right.  Two hours of hanging about in the cafeteria of Fridley High School, doing absolutely bloody nothing.  I ended up sleeping on one of the tables.  Also unfortunately, Megan was apparently not feeling well today, and so we were unable to have our date.  And I was so looking forward to it... *pouts*   But all for the better, probably, as I was frightfully late getting home, on account of the wretched bussing situation.  Bridget has decided that we must have a double date with her and Nick and Megan and I.  I must say, I quite agree.  

And now, because I was bored off my arse... two exceedingly random memes.  Do check them out; they're quite groovy.

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Some news about Barrett's life which you may or may not find interesting

                 ~ Speech is love, and Barrett is in love with it.  At the past two meets she has placed seventh and third, respectively, and has won a lovely, shiny medal

                 ~ Barrett thoroughly enjoyed the dance last Saturday, as it gave her the opportunity to feel sexy and to further enrage her already frustrated hormones

                  ~ The musical is wonderful and Barrett has a hideously innappropriate crush on the choreographer, who is flamingly gay.  However, in regards to this selfsame musical, Barrett wishes that people would shut up and learn their lines

                   ~ Barrett has still not done that "correct a peer's essay" assignment from a week and a half ago in Dr. Kay's class

                   ~ Barrett is considering asking someone on a date, but she is being a coward and wavering

                   ~ Barrett has discovered the wonderful television programme Jeeves and Wooster. It's from the early nineties, featuring Hugh Laurie as one Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, a rather jolly young gentleman of questionable intellect, and Stephen Fry as Jeeves, his improbably well-informed and talented valet. It's set in the 20's.  If you do not know it, Barrett would recommend checking it out on YouTube

                   ~  Barrett's muse seems to have returned, at least for the moment

                   ~ Barrett is, as usual, horribly deprived of sleep, but is somehow surviving regardless

                   ~ Barrett is, at the very moment, putting off doing her Philosophy homework, which is very naughty of her indeed and she ought immediately to desist.

                   ~ Barrett has developed a repertoire of 1920's upper-class British slang from prolonged exposure to Jeeves and Wooster and Jeeves and Wooster fanfiction.  Said repertoire includes such words as "topping," "bally," "deuced," "dashed," (and the variants thereof- dash it, deuce it, etc.), "rum," "rummy," etc. 

                   ~ Barrett is speaking the third person.  She is not entirely sure why.

 

hobbit_feets: (One)

Some news about Barrett's life which you may or may not find interesting

                 ~ Speech is love, and Barrett is in love with it.  At the past two meets she has placed seventh and third, respectively, and has won a lovely, shiny medal

                 ~ Barrett thoroughly enjoyed the dance last Saturday, as it gave her the opportunity to feel sexy and to further enrage her already frustrated hormones

                  ~ The musical is wonderful and Barrett has a hideously innappropriate crush on the choreographer, who is flamingly gay.  However, in regards to this selfsame musical, Barrett wishes that people would shut up and learn their lines

                   ~ Barrett has still not done that "correct a peer's essay" assignment from a week and a half ago in Dr. Kay's class

                   ~ Barrett is considering asking someone on a date, but she is being a coward and wavering

                   ~ Barrett has discovered the wonderful television programme Jeeves and Wooster. It's from the early nineties, featuring Hugh Laurie as one Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, a rather jolly young gentleman of questionable intellect, and Stephen Fry as Jeeves, his improbably well-informed and talented valet. It's set in the 20's.  If you do not know it, Barrett would recommend checking it out on YouTube

                   ~  Barrett's muse seems to have returned, at least for the moment

                   ~ Barrett is, as usual, horribly deprived of sleep, but is somehow surviving regardless

                   ~ Barrett is, at the very moment, putting off doing her Philosophy homework, which is very naughty of her indeed and she ought immediately to desist.

                   ~ Barrett has developed a repertoire of 1920's upper-class British slang from prolonged exposure to Jeeves and Wooster and Jeeves and Wooster fanfiction.  Said repertoire includes such words as "topping," "bally," "deuced," "dashed," (and the variants thereof- dash it, deuce it, etc.), "rum," "rummy," etc. 

                   ~ Barrett is speaking the third person.  She is not entirely sure why.

 

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Since school got out, I have volunteered at MD Camp, been informed that I am one of next year's Speech Captains, and discovered that Alan Cumming is gay.  Life is good.
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Since school got out, I have volunteered at MD Camp, been informed that I am one of next year's Speech Captains, and discovered that Alan Cumming is gay.  Life is good.
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