Busy busy week ahead. In a good way I suppose. Alot of dancing, tanning and clubbing involved. That's sounds like my kinda week. The beach, the moves and the crowds I love all rolled into a perfectly packaged week. R&R and a trip to the hair salon included. I can get rid of this boring do I've been sporting for too long. Yeah. Time to represent yo.
Hip-hop at
Jitterbugs on Tuesday. I can't wait. A little nervous, I'm so out of it. My creaking joints need some oiling. In more ways than one. Youth conference made me feel a bit old. And a bit jaded. These little 12 year olds discussing kissing in the dorm made my eyes roll so far back into my head, I swear my skull was gonna pop. I do miss being a prepubescent young'n though. A little bit naive, a little bit stupid. Can you tell I don't like kids? I'm a hypocrite. I hate people looking down on me cause my age but I do the same thing. I do also believe however, everyone's a hypocrite one way or another. I don't however believe in outright judging, some 14 year olds I've met have been very enlightening. Thank you for that. You probably don't know I'm referring to you but hey. (Omg, I don't mean you.)
I'm so psyched about this week, I just feel like repeating it over and over again. Great plans have a tendency to fail though. I have a tip or two to keep it together. Which I will not reveal in this journal. I see your lurking eyes. Yes, I do.