Fun...ramblings...nerves? I don't know...

Hey all,
So I have recently been stumbling and pinning and let me say...I don't have enough time to do all this.  Between work, school, and creeping on the internet, there are not enough hours in the day.  But alas, I will just have to suffer through it. 
I'm nervous...cannot tell a lie. I am currently in Block of classes and starting next school year, I student teach. I'm so scared that I'm going to screw up.  Deep down, I know I won't, but still that fear exists.  The other thing I'm worried about? 
Maid of Honor speech.  I'm totally scared that I'm going to just not make any sense at all.  I'll start off and then all of a sudden it will get extremely awkward and I'll be standing there as red as a tomato (Yes I can get as red as a tomato.  Plenty of former peers have proven that.)  And it's as if I'm socially awkward enough.  I can't count on one hand the number of times that I have pulled off looking cool in front of big crowds.
Most of the time I'm the kid that doesn't say anything and when I do, its sounds either really creepy or really mean or just plain wrong.  I can't help it...well I could and I have come to grips with my awkwardness. It's just society's ideas of what we're supposed to do make me cringe and hide my face. 
I really just need to follow this quote by Cynthia Heimel.  "When in doubt, make a fool of yourself.  There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth.  So what the hell...leap."
That is my new mantra.  I'm going to take the leap and see what happens. 
What about you?
   CG

Time...to Rant

School has started and I have very little time to do anything, even updating.  I'm learning to be okay with that. 
  I so need to rant about something...I love my job, I really do, I love what I do and the members, however I'm not a fan of some of the people I work with.  They are rude, immature, stupid, assholes, jerks, inconsiderate and act like the world belongs to them and the rest of us are their plebeians.  I am NOT your servant, I don't care how high you got, or how drunk you were, or how many chicks you banged, what I care about is you doing your job so I don't have to.
   I also enjoy how they get away with everything.  Heaven forbid they get in trouble.  Finding large pieces of broken glass in the bar where we clean glasses is awesome.  I so wanted stitches.  Throwing crap at me because I told you I was bar tending and you needed drinks, real mature.  Gosh I don't know why girls are not just throwing themselves at your feet. 
  You are not God's gift to the world you are mortal, a human being just like the rest of us and I don't appreciate having to deal with all your bull shit excuses and you stupid stories.  Take responsibility for what you do.  It's not that hard of a concept.  GROW UP! 
  That is all.