I practiced the same routine over and over again ; about eight times while the iPod was on repeat. Oh, I borrowed the president of Polynesian Club's iPod for the night. Aha. How the wonderful music on his pod reminds me of my childhood. I just realized how much of an "island girl" I was. Short shorts or skirt, long ass hair, super tan, always wore things that would freeze you to death in San Fran. Yeah, that was me several years ago. Now I'm that quiet "dark red-haired" girl that wears skinny jeans, expensive jackets, black shoes (Vans or Converse), sprints fast, big butt, and is a moustache freakazoid.
I almost forgot! I got my grade back on this glossary I needed to make in Bio and my teacher gave me a 30/30, but the comment on the back said: "Very cute! No mustaches?!" I was laughing so much after I read it. Obviously the teachers have noticed my little obsession.
