Lotta Stuff to Say - Stupid Accent, Stupid Forms

Hello.

It's me again.

First things first. So I know you're all waiting to see what happened.

Well I won the speech competition, which was very surprising, because anyone I know will tell you I can waffle on for ages about nothing in particular, and I had to speak about an old person topic, Justice, in my British accent, which I used to like, but now I hate, because at the competition all the judges were looking at me like, "Whaaaat?" Who IS this person? The Queen? Because no no one else could have such a stupid Britishfully British accent.

Gah. Whoever wants to adopt Bobby, my accent, is free to do so. Maybe then I can pronounce my t's. You know, then maybe I'll say ten thirty, instead of ten thir'y. But anyway, the point is I won, which still puzzles me, because I thought they didn't understand a word I said. I spoke really fast, you see, and when I do that Bobby becomes more obvious. But maybe that's WHY I won, because then they didn't have to listen to the really boring speech I prepared.

It's all cool, either way.

So about the competition - you know my ticket to Broadway, the chance to showcase our singing talents - it didn't work out.

Why?

Were we eliminated because someone sabotaged our chances like Tess did to Mitchie in Camp Rock? (I ONLY WATCHED IT BECAUSE THERE WERE FLIPPING ADS EVERY FIVE MINUTES AND I WANTED TO SEE WHAT WAS SO GOOD ABOUT IT. I HATED IT, AS A MATTER OF FACT. AND I THINK THE JO BROS ARE GAY.) Anyway, no.

Were we eliminated because we were awesome and the judges thought it was unfair to the other sad dweebs? Sadly, no. Although we totally should have.

The answer is......

I lost the form.

Yeah.

Fatty and Lyn were pretty mad at me for that - you know, there went Suerte Que (lucky in Spanish, if you don't remember) winning the competition. In fact, I think they wanted to change their names from Suerte Que to Gkxzkopaieroklklcvko which is Spanish for "Let's kill Random Awesome NOW, in a very horrible manner, because she lost the form and now we'll never be Broadway stars, and it doesn't matter if she dies because two of us can sing Total Eclipse of the Heart no problem and she's going downdowndown."

So they cornered me, and I had to fight them off with only the promise of ice-cream, and for a moment I thought they were so mad they didn't care, which was scary, because who kills someone who buys them ice-cream?, but eventually they relented and we ate ice-cream together.

Maybe next year for Suerte Que, hey?

So I'd like to end this post thanking the judges, for letting me win, for cursing Disney Channel, for showing the Camp Rock ads so much I was brainwashed into watching it, and to worship the God of Ice-Cream, who practically saved my life.

Also, a big HI to my friends Marsh and Naddo. I miss you guys every day!

R.A.