One last stab at my fear of public speaking, which hopefully will be fatal to it this time (ha. ha.) since I've been struggling with THIS particular phobia since when I had to first deal with public speaking. May my love for stories override whatever other nervous tics that my psyche has in store for me. This is reassuring. If I don't at least have faith in myself, I at least have faith in fairytales.
Yes I realized that there's something deeply ironic about that sentence.
Busy day today (since Wednesday has, once again, turned out to be my most filled day of the week) what with bio quiz and chem midterms (in that order) arriving. Also need to do a journal prompt on plant pathogens but at least I found that interesting.
Trevor and David are, I think, now a Miller-floor-3 joke, in that they have taken over the lounge. Last night, being Molly's friend, Enbo's birthday, he and his friend, Steve, had something going on and I only caught the part about them retaking over the 3rd floor lounge from Trevor and David. Which I find funny. Which is also sadly necessary since it seems whenever I walk past the lounge at least one of the two guys are ALWAYS sitting there (don't they have classes?). Strange, strange folks.
My marigolds are blooming nicely though, despite of me forgetting to water them on Monday and therefore nearly causing fatal dessication. People appear to like my plants, but then again, I think most people here like anything strange that shows up in the lounge, which reminds me to mention tha the plastic skull on a stick had disappeared as mysteriously as it appeared.
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