Debate tournament tomorrow. I'm actually sort of nervous for this one. It's a National Forensics League (NFL) tournament, which means it's a national qualifiers. I already qualified for the Catholic Forensics League tournament in Dramatic Interpretation, but I'm actually trying for debate this time, which in my opinion is a lot harder. I wrote the cases this week, and patched up all the holes last night. I think I'll polish some more tonight, then email my cases to my parter, K.
I'm all packed and ready to go. I hate the way suits look on me, and I still don't know how to walk in heels. I feel so fat, like a beached whale. Hi, I'm Cellulite Sally, look at my huge badonkadonk. Oh, don't forget about me, Backfat Betty. Who could have said that? Oh yeah, it's TINA THE TALKING TUMMY.
Points to you if you get that reference.