Being a whole of thirteen years old, I'm not yet in highschool. Big surprise.
But yesterday, everyone went to the highschool they're going to next year, for a field trip. I was excited. I actually didn't know what for. My boyfriend was, of course- being in wrestling and, being a student at the school- going to be there. (And yes, I saw him. On some kid's shoulders, waving at me. ) But for the longest time, we were all sitting there. I sat by some girl I hardly know, and one of my best guy friends. Him on my right, her on my left. It was dark, all except for the neon green lights being shown on the wall opposite of the bleachers where we were all sitting. They had huge smoke machines and the whole thing just scared the hell out of me, since I'm scared of the dark.
But we watched "skits", and listened to people talk about their organizations. The A+ program for kids in the extracurricular activities that want a few years of free college, which since I'm in the extracurricular activities I will be doing. There was also theatre, which I will also be excited to do. But this is not about those groups, this is about the female dance group. I know it's silly, the fact I'm so excited for the dance group that is defined as the "sluts" at the school. But when do you ever find your heart pounding in your chest, literally jaw dropped, watching their every moment wishing you could do that, too? I mean, it's like destiny, or a calling. Whatever you want to call it. It sounds cheesy, but think about it! What has ever got you that phyched before?! And if something has, how much do you want to bet that afterwards, you wanted to push yourself to do it? Because hell, what else will you ever find to give you such a thrill. And you're not even in the performance, but you freaking wish you had been.
Well I came home yesterday, pumped, excited.
And my mom, being Junior Olympic Champion, girl who took dancing lessons half of her life, laughed at me right in the face and told me, "You'll never be as good as I was, Dallie." and of course I almost snapped at her, almost punched her in the face. Because from my father's side-- well, we all have really bad anger and when furious are almost physchotic(which is why I made my character the way she is. Like me.) But she agreed that she would give me lessons herself, and possibly get me private ones. She doesn't understand that if I'm around her any more than I already am, I'll probably turn into a serial killer.
Anyway. So this morning I woke up, of course checked Mizahar, my Facebook. Checked for texts from my boyfriend, chugged the first drink I found(Rootbeer). Then I did 5 push ups because in my arms I'm a pussy. I did I don't know how many sit ups, literally, because I didn't count. And then I got on Youtube, and looked up How To Move Your Hips. Hip motion being one of the most occurences in their dancing yesterday, I was going to look it up first. I found this, and though it's proven to be pretty useful, watching myself through the TV's reflection has lowered my confident by a ton. I suck. Completely. And three months may seem like a long time to you, but try outs to be a Vikette are right after Spring Break, and I'm scared shitless. I don't even know why I'm sharing this. lol... I guess I needed to rant. If you're still here, thanks for reading. (;