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Life here at SJC is so hectic and busy and tiring. I am currently waiting for my group memebers to show up to the Heff so that we can do our business simulation for class, which is in a few hours and will probably take us the whole time to do. So, I thought it'd be good to update, even though I don't think too mnay people really read this.
Cheer world is going well. We recently kicked someone off of the team, which is amazing to me. I didn't like her attitude in practice and was more than often a bitch to her. But, I do like her outside of cheerworld and am sorry I lost a friendship. I have realized that I am definitely one of the bigger bitches out of the captains. Always yelling to quiet down and pay attention. I just want comp so bad that I can taste it.
Yesterday we had a six hour practice which was nice. My flyer got her backtuck basket her first time ever doing it. I was so proud of her. Granted I do have two cuts on my left arm from her freakin shoes, and my hands are raw and red from her standing on them to do the baskets. I have bruises on my right arm from Billy's back handspring and kicking me with her feet because she doesn't travel straight. My face hurts from getting kicked by her foot as well, I don't really remember how that one happened. And my neck and back hurt from when Billy landed on my head and cracked my neck for me. Definitely one of the grossest sounds I have EVER heard.
Other than that, our routine is mostly finished and I can't wait for March 3rd. There are still many days that I look in the mirror and can't believe that I am a cheerleader. That I do the bobble heads, and the duck faces, and the boob point things. I love it, I really do. BUt there's a huge part of me that misses dance, and real dance at that. Not cheer dance, real lyrical and hip hop. Dance that creates lines with your body, and when you don't create those lines you are givin a line speech. (Anyone else remember that day?) Oh well I guess, new chapter in my life.
I can't wait to go home this weekend to see mom and dad and get some MUCH NEEDED laundry done. And work a few hours so that maybe I can have some drinking money. I have no idea how I am going to pull off Wedensday at Montebellos. I have no cash to drink with, nor do I know that I will get served. I'm pretty sure one of my exboyfriends will be the bartender that night, and that place is pretty lenient. Either way I am drinking before I go, don't worry I have a D.D., so that I can ensure a drunken Valentine's Day.
Wow, so people keep walking in behind me and when I turn around to see who they are a sharp pain goes up my back. That sucks. And a group memeber is here so I must be off.
----peace out----
Cheer world is going well. We recently kicked someone off of the team, which is amazing to me. I didn't like her attitude in practice and was more than often a bitch to her. But, I do like her outside of cheerworld and am sorry I lost a friendship. I have realized that I am definitely one of the bigger bitches out of the captains. Always yelling to quiet down and pay attention. I just want comp so bad that I can taste it.
Yesterday we had a six hour practice which was nice. My flyer got her backtuck basket her first time ever doing it. I was so proud of her. Granted I do have two cuts on my left arm from her freakin shoes, and my hands are raw and red from her standing on them to do the baskets. I have bruises on my right arm from Billy's back handspring and kicking me with her feet because she doesn't travel straight. My face hurts from getting kicked by her foot as well, I don't really remember how that one happened. And my neck and back hurt from when Billy landed on my head and cracked my neck for me. Definitely one of the grossest sounds I have EVER heard.
Other than that, our routine is mostly finished and I can't wait for March 3rd. There are still many days that I look in the mirror and can't believe that I am a cheerleader. That I do the bobble heads, and the duck faces, and the boob point things. I love it, I really do. BUt there's a huge part of me that misses dance, and real dance at that. Not cheer dance, real lyrical and hip hop. Dance that creates lines with your body, and when you don't create those lines you are givin a line speech. (Anyone else remember that day?) Oh well I guess, new chapter in my life.
I can't wait to go home this weekend to see mom and dad and get some MUCH NEEDED laundry done. And work a few hours so that maybe I can have some drinking money. I have no idea how I am going to pull off Wedensday at Montebellos. I have no cash to drink with, nor do I know that I will get served. I'm pretty sure one of my exboyfriends will be the bartender that night, and that place is pretty lenient. Either way I am drinking before I go, don't worry I have a D.D., so that I can ensure a drunken Valentine's Day.
Wow, so people keep walking in behind me and when I turn around to see who they are a sharp pain goes up my back. That sucks. And a group memeber is here so I must be off.
----peace out----