Don't Worry.

Talked to my Gos sis on the weekend (It was a convention :) )and we talked about how my mom can get pushy and wig out over nothing, but I'm still chill, I always think it'll work out.

Well Today I was super exhausted because of the busy weekend. In Sociology, My debate group didn't know what our topic was.

Hello? We've had a week for this? Did no one do research? Crap. Just me?

Wow, okay.

Well so I had to explain the entire thing, all of our arguments, and all of our research and how we didn't have a fifth argument, which we needed.

So I got home, all frustrated and upset and in a panic. I put on the homework playlist and the first song is 'don't worry, I'm yours'

And then I figured out, that's what a debate is all about. You don't have to know what you're talking about, you have to LOOK like you do.

And Girl, you know I'm King Shit at acting. So I'm all 'K. We're good.'

And now we're doing awesome. (Still going to do most of the project, but I'm not not going to Tae Kwon Do to get it done. That's not my problem, I've got my stuff done.)


Alice