Soooo...
I don't really like the Broadmoor right now, it can bite my ass.
Story? Story.
k, remember me writing about Danielle and how she wanted me to coach her and how I was about to rock out with my very own first student? When she told her coach that she wanted to switch, her coach told her that I was a washed up crackpot from the DSC, that I would be a terrible coach because I couldn't land my jumps when it counted, and that if she wanted to ever make it, she'd better stay away from me. So she's been avoiding me, and i finally heard this from the guy in the concession stand, he's the only one who would tell me why everyone snickered when I walked by and in the end he just wanted my number so whatever.
I haven't been on the ice all week, i've just been so mad. I miss skating, and at first I was all pissed off because I was like ok, so a bronze at nats means nothing? eat it, punk.
But then I got to thinking...I guess she's right. I mean, let's face it. I never got to go to worlds, never got to go to the olympics, never will. I went to a few measly grand prix events and always placed in the middle. the bronze at nats...well it's not worth much. everyone knocks US pairs anyway. We suck, i forgot, so my bronze means nothing. Anyone want a medal? otherwise i'm selling it on ebay.
And just think, i'd been planning to write in here all about how great me & ry's anniversary in moscow was. We went on a boat dinner cruise thing and we danced and we watched the sunset from the boat and it was just absolutely perfect and when i got home he bought me a kitty. A kitty! Her name's Peaches. And she's cuddling on my lap right now, maybe she thinks my bronze is worth something.
Guess I should study because it's obvious that i need a new career. :-[ sorry to be so emo, i'll try to make that stop.
i wanna go home.
*Steph*
Story? Story.
k, remember me writing about Danielle and how she wanted me to coach her and how I was about to rock out with my very own first student? When she told her coach that she wanted to switch, her coach told her that I was a washed up crackpot from the DSC, that I would be a terrible coach because I couldn't land my jumps when it counted, and that if she wanted to ever make it, she'd better stay away from me. So she's been avoiding me, and i finally heard this from the guy in the concession stand, he's the only one who would tell me why everyone snickered when I walked by and in the end he just wanted my number so whatever.
I haven't been on the ice all week, i've just been so mad. I miss skating, and at first I was all pissed off because I was like ok, so a bronze at nats means nothing? eat it, punk.
But then I got to thinking...I guess she's right. I mean, let's face it. I never got to go to worlds, never got to go to the olympics, never will. I went to a few measly grand prix events and always placed in the middle. the bronze at nats...well it's not worth much. everyone knocks US pairs anyway. We suck, i forgot, so my bronze means nothing. Anyone want a medal? otherwise i'm selling it on ebay.
And just think, i'd been planning to write in here all about how great me & ry's anniversary in moscow was. We went on a boat dinner cruise thing and we danced and we watched the sunset from the boat and it was just absolutely perfect and when i got home he bought me a kitty. A kitty! Her name's Peaches. And she's cuddling on my lap right now, maybe she thinks my bronze is worth something.
Guess I should study because it's obvious that i need a new career. :-[ sorry to be so emo, i'll try to make that stop.
i wanna go home.
*Steph*