I did not exactly have a set monologue. I had decided to improvise that Wednesday, and little did I know it, the first thing that had to come out of my mouth was the fact that I needed to PEE. To be honest, I am not exactly that surprised that I said something completely random and weird. That was definitely not the first time that I just blabbed about something totally out there. I mean like, who talks about PEEing when they have nothing else to talk about? Granted that I really needed to PEE when I had first went up in front of the classroom, but still, I was on this rant about me and my bladder and about my PEEing habits and whatnot. Point is, it was just really funny looking back onto it. At least now people know how I PEE.
My monologue basically went like this:
I tend to need to PEE a lot, I think I have this really small bladder, but then that doesn’t really make sense because sometimes I can hold my PEE for a really long time. I guess the liquid moves through my system fast because this one time when I went karaoke-ing, there were cups and a pitcher of water. And after drinking about 2 full glasses, I would need to PEE. And it wasn’t just a trickle either, I actually had a lot to PEE out. Oh well, I’ll never understand my bladder. Not now anyways.
Then I went to talk about my embarrassing moment:
I don’t exactly get embarrassed easily, and I think it’s because I’ve done a lot of dumb things that I just don’t blush over it anymore–I just laugh it off. I think I only get embarrassed around the people I don’t know (i.e. strangers) rather than my friends. So there was this one time where me and my family were going dimsum-ing, and then when it was time to go, my brother wouldn’t get out of my way so I decided to out the other way by climbing over some chairs. I guess I didn’t lift my leg over high enough because I tripped over one chair, and knocked over two more. The entire restaurant grew silent. Oh, and I forgot to mention. I was holding a full cup of coffee in my hands! Anyways, my dad was right next to me and he didn’t bother helping me up and my brother, who didn’t get out of my way, was laughing at me. I had to get up by myself, and the workers came to ask if I was okay. But the good thing? At least I was done and was able to get out of there as fast as I can.
The picture is basically of me when I went row boating in Central Park this past summer. It was a really fun experience, and definitely something everyone should try out one day. Or I think so at least.