Congratulate me.

So, a few weeks ago, I found this ad in the paper for a "public speaker" for The Bradford School. The description sounded like me to a "T" (what does that mean, exactly..."to a 'T'"?), so I called and got in for a group interview. The first part of the group interview just went over Bradford and the position, money, etc. The second part was an impromptu speech from us. I was instantly excited, because this is what I do, you know? I must have done alright, because I scored a second interview, and I aced that, as well. So, lo and behold, I'm suddenly getting paid to talk in front of people.

I've been preparing for this my entire life. My sister can attest to this...how many hours, Heather, would you say that I spent in front of the mirror per day making faces at myself? And I've always been one of those weird people who loved speech class and giving presentations in school. So, now it's all paying off!

Like I said, congratulate me. I'm amazing.

And I look really hot in a suit.

Hey! Sidebar: get your asses to see "Pippin"! Only two weekends left! (www.ltob.org).