eighthphase

Half an hour and twenty-four windows later, I'm not entirely certain that I won't end up throwing up sometime before I leave. /:

Presentations are, quite possibly, the bane of my existence. People who think they know me, "Oh wow, she's so good, she's not even nervous at all!" People who actually know me know that it's exactly the opposite. I've gotten better about it, but I really do get so nervous before a presentation, especially a major one like this. Usually, my hands are shaking the entire time; I doubt this will be any different. (My voice usually doesn't shake, though. Except for that one time in French class when it did.) Sometimes it doesn't hit me right away, usually because I'm in denial; this time, I'm not so lucky. /hands shaking

The only real reason why I can manage to get through things like this is to pretend that it totally doesn't matter, like, in any way. If I don't take it seriously, it's easier to do. I'm also basically putting on an act, whether I know my lines or not (in this case it's more like not; I know my lines for the skit and my slides have an outline of what I'm going to say, but there are still a lot of things I have to remember. Like about how the Magical Queer character type applies, basically, to all minorities, and to mention Bury Your Gays, and that All Bis Are Promiscuous applies to gays, too, and... yeah, okay, stop spazzing, self.)

I've got some Metroid Metal on pretty loud in an attempt to psych myself up. I don't think it's really working /: Maybe if I find some really awesome video on Youtube or something /coughI'mOnAShipcough