I just had seven people rape me on omegle.com. *shudders*
I'm starting to second guess this whole blog thing...but at the same time, I refuse to let it get the better of me. I have a history of starting things but never finishing them (not THAT) and I want to stick with something this time...
I have a feeling I'm going to look back on this in a few years and feel the same way I do when I read my diary from elementary school: a cocktail of emotions including but not limited to pride, longing, and utter embarrassment.
Let's hope not.
So in my PE class, we're learning to SALSA. Unfortunately, most of the guys have their heads up their asses and refuse to cooperate with the females. So I'm dancing with one of my girl friends. Originally, I was going to dance with one of my other friends and he had already picked the song and we brainstormed costumes and everything, luckily he ended up getting paired off with another of our friends because as it turns out, he is a gosh awful salsa dancer. That's not to imply that I'm too hot at it, just....better than he is...
I haven't looked forward to a performance in a while. I haven't done anything of that sort in so long, I want to do it right. I miss being on stage...
I'm dancing the female part, since I'm shorter...
I wish this kind of salsa was involved
*sigh*
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