Today and Yesterday

I like it when my pages are centered.

Yesterday... phew! It was so much fun!

Maybe I'm just crazy because I love exersice, but here's how it went.

I am just going to tell the good parts.

We took a nap in Teen Living. We finished Romeo and Juliet. I choreographed with Spencer until five thirty. I went to hip-hop at six. I went to ballroom at seven. I rechoreographed and got a new song at eight. I got home at nine-thirty. I took a shower and realized how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten dinner yet. Never had a Snickers bar looked so delectible. Keep in mind I hate Snickers.

I ate it anyway.

I went to bed at ten thirty because I don't know what I was doing in between that time. Since I had been going to sleep around eleven, this felt good. Except for when it was four thirty and I wondered why I wasn't awake yet.

Ever since Mattress, I've had terrible night mares about not not knowing my lines or cues when I am on stage. Last night I had a night mare that we were performing Mattress again. I didn't have the right costume on. I was late to perform. I wasn't in any of my scenes. I missed my cues. To make it worse, I was in everyone else's scene that I wasn't supposed to be in.

That is what getting a messed up mike does to you.

I woke up and got ready. I put on too much eye liner because I had to perform that day. I pick up Spencer and he informs me that he might have an F in English. He turned in stuff this morning, but the slips had already been printed out. To make the story short, it is only by the grace of God that we were able to perform today.

I just realized that I feel quite sore from all those hours of dance. It feels great!

Hence: Crazy.

Bold, Something and Free.

However, my computer believes that there is nothing on my camera. My camera informs me otherwise.

My brother looks great in a Mr. Mac suit. I wanted to cry when I saw him. Issac Major was right when he wrote about that on facebook so many moments ago.

I drove today. I haven't ever driven that well. I drove fast, the way my mom wanted, I checked the mirrors, and didn't crash. What a perfect day.

Where do you guys get your pants?

Please do not say Aeropostale or Old Navy.