whew! good sweat
Wow, so I was having a very sucky day, even though we watched Young Frankenstein in first, finished my final in MT History FOREVER!, checked out early with Bessie and Amy, ate lunch at Palace Pizza with the two afore-mentioned plus Richie, and STILL had a sucky day.
But when I came home, I died in my bed, curled up into a tight little ball, never wanting to see light again, you know how that is. I slept for 2 1/2 hrs til Bessie and Alex needed rides to work. So I took em. Then I came home and remembered I had two poems due to Mrs. Shelnut for first day of AP Lit tomorrow. So I sat on my bed and wrote two very emo poems. And I am NOT an emo kid, every knows that. Like, not at alllllll. Not that I have anything against emo kids, there's a few I even love, but it's not for me.
ANYWAY... thought the poems were good, okay I mean, emailed them to Mrs. S, and kinda bummed around my room. Ate some healthy dinner, put on jazz pants and drove to Wright Step.
Now... I've never been very partial to some of these girls in the past, but this past week has just been wonderful at the studio. Some of them, like Stephie and Meredith I will love forever, but some have never really taken to me or me to them. But Tap and Ballet on Monday night were so much fun, we all worked hard, but were slightly A.D.D. and I even told some funnies- imagine that! Maria being comical. Hmph. So tonight, entering with my semmi depressed state of mind, I came, I saw, I conquered. I had so much fun tonight at jazz class. I sweated like whoa. I feel awesome. I didn't do half bad either, for the first day back from winter break. After all, exercise makes endorphines. Endorphines make people happy. And happy people just don't kill their husbands!
"Getting your dreams, it's strange, but it seems a little, well, complicated."
Isn't it true, Galinda....
But when I came home, I died in my bed, curled up into a tight little ball, never wanting to see light again, you know how that is. I slept for 2 1/2 hrs til Bessie and Alex needed rides to work. So I took em. Then I came home and remembered I had two poems due to Mrs. Shelnut for first day of AP Lit tomorrow. So I sat on my bed and wrote two very emo poems. And I am NOT an emo kid, every knows that. Like, not at alllllll. Not that I have anything against emo kids, there's a few I even love, but it's not for me.
ANYWAY... thought the poems were good, okay I mean, emailed them to Mrs. S, and kinda bummed around my room. Ate some healthy dinner, put on jazz pants and drove to Wright Step.
Now... I've never been very partial to some of these girls in the past, but this past week has just been wonderful at the studio. Some of them, like Stephie and Meredith I will love forever, but some have never really taken to me or me to them. But Tap and Ballet on Monday night were so much fun, we all worked hard, but were slightly A.D.D. and I even told some funnies- imagine that! Maria being comical. Hmph. So tonight, entering with my semmi depressed state of mind, I came, I saw, I conquered. I had so much fun tonight at jazz class. I sweated like whoa. I feel awesome. I didn't do half bad either, for the first day back from winter break. After all, exercise makes endorphines. Endorphines make people happy. And happy people just don't kill their husbands!
"Getting your dreams, it's strange, but it seems a little, well, complicated."
Isn't it true, Galinda....