11:30 am
Sink me! I signed up for an Original Oratory at the Abilene tournament, didn’t I?
I did. I know I did. There’s no arguing that.
Katy begins to ponder what she should write her speech on. A week before said tournament.
Homeschooling? Siblings? Veggie tales? Ha. Wouldn’t that be something. Maybe I could un-sign up??
[Insert flashback of the last tournament, when Mr. Craig made an announcement for not randomly and last minute-ly un-signing up.]
So much for that. I should at least try.
Katy walks over to her computer, glances at the clock, and decides that food sounds yummy. A half hour later, Katy returns with a banana and glass of water.
12:00 pm
Yum. Now I may write in complete solitude and quiet without the grumbling of a hungry stomach.
Katy reluctantly opens Google Docs.
Sigh. Why can’t I do this. People like Adam Young are so creative, I’ll bet they just sit down and write to their hearts content… no writer’s block. No random cravings for bananas. Oh my goodness, what day is it??
Katy runs to find a calender (somehow forgetting that there is, in fact, a calender on her computer).
Yes! It’s Wednesday. The weekly Owl City blog post should be up by now. How unspeakably happy.
Unable to contain her happiness, Katy then opens a new tab and types in “OwlCityBlog.com” to find the new blog post, just as she had expected. She dives right into the bliss and loveliness of nearly all Owl City blog posts.
Aw, poor guy, he just had surgery. No wonder the post was late.
Katy then reads the longest most poetically random blog post one could imagine. For this day, particularly, Mr. Young had posted something new; what his mind had written while drifting “in and out of dizzy states of consciousness as the morphine weakened and slowly wore off.”
12:20 pm
You know what? I really need to write that speech… I WILL write that speech… what to do. I don’t even have a topic.
Katy skips off to consult her mumsy and Original Oratory champion sister Bef, thinking herself quite clever to think of asking said sister– most people don’t have that luxury. Except Bef writes awkward OO’s. Katy doesn’t.
1:00 pm
I need to practice violin. Mrs. Fletcher will be upset if she finds that I didn’t practice today because of speech and debate; which we all know is her evil nemesis. Ha. How true.
3:00 pm
Gee. I forgot math. How could I forget math??
4:30 pm
I should probably go make sure no one important has died or anything today…
Katy then checks Facebook. Because no one likes to be uninformed of the three hundred and twenty seven people with birthdays on that particular day.
5:00 pm
Right. Speech. Yes. The blinky line of destruction haunts me.
6:30 pm
Intro = written. Wow. Gee whiz, I’m so quick… I should ask if they have any IO spots open!
