Monday, 28 February 2011
10:32:46 PM (GMT)
So, I've recently discovered that I spend my time in one of four situations, in this
1. At school/doing homework
3. Off-stage training (e.g. treadmill, situps, general work-out stuff)
4. On the internet
Jeezus, I have a fun life. (coughsarcasmcough) It's not like I'm a loner with no
friends or anything, but the truth is that when I'm done with the first three things
on that list, I'm too freaking tired to get up and do things. Dance and school are
the two most important things in my life, though, and my friends understand that,
thankfully. I'm lucky to have them.
I'm not so lucky to be missing the first Sweet Sixteen party of the year because
of a dance weekend in Traverse City, but at the end of the day it was my choice, and
it wasn't really much of a choice. Dance is what I want to do, but it's almost as
though I want it so much that it's become and ingraved in me, like school, and it
stops me from doing other things I want to do. ...Okay, that made no sense. Maybe I
should say it this way: it would be more fun to go to Christina's party, but I want
to go to the dance thing, although you would think that I'd want to do the thing that
would be more fun. Does that even make sense? Does anyone else understand what I'm
saying? It's so hard to put into words.
This superfun lifestyle has also done one of two things. It's either A) given me
Compartment Syndrome, or B) a stress fracture in my tibia. If it's the latter,
though, it's the most painful freaking stress fracture in the entire world, and it
doesn't feel like stress fractures should. I'm scared, to be honest.
Second semester has started, and I feel like this one will be much more
successful, mostly because I don't have math. I got an 82 in that class, and it
destroyed my average. Yes, I know, it's my fault for taking Enriched. Blah blah
blah. Whatever. I'm taking grade eleven bio now though, which would be a lot of fun
if the teacher knew how to teach. We don't take notes... he explains things and
sometimes gives us worksheets, tell us NOT TO WRITE ANYTHING DOWN, then expects us to
do well. WTH?
Hmm... I actually don't have anything else to say, really. Hopefully I'll think
of more. If I do, I'll add it in.
Glee tomorrow. For those who watch, am I the only person who ships Finn and Kurt?
One more thing: Lady Gaga's "Born This Way" is the HUGEST COPY of "Express
Yourself" by Madonna. It's disgusting.