I can’t wait till next semester. Maybe that’ll be when this bullshit will be done. Plus, second semester is always better. It’s more dance than first semester! Yes! How exhilarating! Haha.

Uhh… If my friend is having a problem with something and she tells me what’s bothering her… it’s my right, as a friend, to try and help. Everyone will have an opinion. Especially if you post your side on your site, people will read it and people will want to articulate themselves with what they think and how they see whats going on. If you don’t want people to comment, then don’t share it.

If you must comment about this, comment… But stop repeating yourselves. This is dumb, kinda amusing, yet dumb. However, if you do comment about this, I won’t comment back. I’m over arguing…as is everyone else.

Anyways..my day...

Margaret and I went to watch my sister cheer on the football players because they ranked high enough to go against another leading team at the Qualcom, which is always exciting. Afterwards we worked at my dads wakeboard shop for a little and came home. Around like ten, three boys i knew came to my window and asked if I could come out. It was pointless and I froze my ass off for no reason apparent to me.

Eh. no more. I need a change of boys. Boys I know...are not for me.

I love him…I love him not…I don’t know.

What is love?

(Not rhetorical…I really do want to know.)

I’ve realized that the majority of the guys I have ever dated or liked every single one of them are either an asshole or a loser. Yeah and that’s been bothering me…a lot. Oh well. So I was talking to Kyle, and we had a quick conversation of boyfriends and such. I laughed and though I’d share…Kyle is my cousin, but like a big brother… so yes. Here:

Me: so Kyle.
Me: why do guys cheat?

Me: you should know, right...

Kyle: 'cause we get bored of the same 'ol chick.
Kyle: but I don't do that.
Kyle: and besides, guys are assholes.
Me: yeah. I know.
Kyle: yeah.
Kyle: you're not allowed to have a bf anyways.
Kyle: so don't worry about it.
Me: okay Kyle.
Kyle: don't "ok" me chick.
Kyle: i'll beat you like a drum.
Me: If you say so
me: Who says I cant have a boyfriend?
Kyle: ME!
Me: so...
Kyle: i'll be woopin' some ass if I find out.
Me: of having a boyfriend? That’s dumb.
Kyle: no, you can hold hand and stuff.
Kyle: maybe some little pecks.
Kyle: anything else and he'll have hell to pay.

My dad and Kyle are ridiculously over protective…. But yes…One word: Hypocrite! He does far worse things than I’ve done. But he’s a guy, and this is where the double standard plays in, I suppose.

I'm sick. I just threw up.Competition tomorrow. Yeah.

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.
G.Washington (1732 - 1799)

We got first place at our competition last night!! It was so exciting. I felt that it was my best show, as well as maybe the teams’ best show too…Apparently so! Haha.  We do have things to work on however, so hopefully we will keep our momentum with our work ethic and focus, and in return with that, we should get first place again. I love standing there after the performances while the crowd cheers thunderously, and you’re gasping for air because you finally stopped jumping and dancing around with every bit of energy you have. And you have the biggest smile on your face because you know you did your best and the audience enjoyed our show.

Good job girls...and poncho!

My ankle still hurts, but it’s my own fault now. I’m not staying off it…at all. I have practice during school and after, then dance at ODA and then I have a few hours at home with in the week. And in those ‘free’ hours, instead of laying there watching TV…I don’t. I practice, I wiggle around, and I just don’t stay still. I don’t think I have the attention span to sit there for hours staring at a TV. TV bores me too much to even think about doing that for hours.  Its just going to take longer to heal…which sucks, but I guess you can say, I some what control how fast it heals. The main thing that sucks about this is I don’t think people believe me it actually hurts. A lot of people are saying that if I even did have a sprained ankle it should be gone now, regardless of the fact that I dance on it 24/7. Or others say that it’s just a sprained ankle…deal with it. Umm okay, I am. But first, I don’t take pain well. And it hurts. Bad. Yeah I’m totally over having a sprained ankle, there are no benefits to it, it just hurts and people’s reactions to it are frustrating. Whatever i suppose...