I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to the concert, friend. Damn. I know you're upset about that boy, but don't worry; thing's will even out soon. I promise. You're a wonderful person and you don't need him.
Today started off with the coughs of my love. Newly found fetish: having somebody cough into mouth. It's sort of an inside joke with me and my boyfriend. I'd like to rant about my Algebra teacher and her grading/teaching skills, but I have no clue how to rant about something like that. All I know is that it'd include the words: bitch, hoe, fucking, mother, holy, fucker, kneegrow or nigguh(as gurlfran would say), hate, failure, FUCKITYFUCKFUCK, cat owner. But I won't go into that. What a wonderful woman!
BSA is coming closer and closer. I'm actually pretty excited! Sadly, my old middle school isn't going to be there. I practically asked every 8th grader I know and NONE of them got a fieldtrip slip to my school. It's quite upsetting. Well, Polynesian girls have been working very hard on the routine; everyday they'd call me or have the president tell me we were going to have practice and I needed to teach parts of the dance. I'm loving the dedication!
I'm teaching myself the dance for "He Mele No Lilo" from Lilio&Stitch. The dance was coro'd by Polynesian School of The Arts. It's awesome. The downside to it is that it's a hawaiian dance, not a tahetian dance. I'm no good at hula. I can't coordinate my arms and legs! I can only do it with my legs. This is why I'm taking Hawaiian Club next year. Aha.
