Bad Luck...

Well, my Concert Choir audition kicked my ass. My Ipod went through the wash. I spilled spaghetti sauce on a white shirt the other day.

I have really bad luck.

The good news?
My Concert Choir audition is over with, so I can stop worrying. My Ipod is clean, I guess. And I don't wear that shirt a lot usually?

Eh. Life goes on.

Spinsters!

Dressing up as a ninja and then asking Scott to Spinsters was amazing.

He's still grounded and I'm going crazy.

I miss you.

Today Was A Weird Day...

I wish they would just get a divorce already. That may sound selfish, but them staying together is hindering our family more than helping. I've never been involved in one of their fights before, until tonight. She almost left the house tonight. I wonder if she would ever come back?

I hate being the only kid at home. She has no other kids to lash out on besides me. But my dad stood up for me tonight. Which was pretty refreshing.

"To Learn and Love the Art of Dance"

I miss my dance instructors, whom I think of
as my second mothers.
I miss my classmates whom I would always have something to talk about at the beginning of class.
I miss wearing my pointe shoes,
and with them the blisters they would bring.
I miss the allegro that we would practice
towards the end of each class,
and miss even more how my brain could almost
never perfect the exercise on time.
I miss the feeling performing would bring to me,
miss going to the Orpheum which had almost
become my second home.
I miss having a hectic schedule,
with dance classes consuming almost every day of the week.
I miss having that place to escape to,
the place I could turn to when everything else in my life
was spiraling out of control.
I miss Pas De Deux.
In other words, I miss ballet.

http://www.dancegallerysd.net/

Wants and Needs

Why am I the only one taking this seriously? He's not him, and I'm not her. We're different, we're smarter. I can fend for myself at this point in time, it's just going to be harder than I had ever proccessed in my mind. I wish she would just realize that this is different and I'm not the girl she thinks I am. Wish my family would take this seriously. It doesn't feel as if they are at all happy for me, but more like they're waiting for reality. Well sorry to say, but he's not him, and I'm not her. I wish you guys would just realize that already. He's not going anywhere, unlike he did. He's here forever.


I want you guys to just be genuinely happy for me...
I need you guys to just be genuinely happy for me.