Me with Lizzie Rosnowski from Lost in Atlantis.
- I got there at 5:50, ten minutes before the scheduled time to be punctual.
- They waited until 6:30 to start doing anything so that they could wait for the people who were late.
- They continued to spend the next 45 minutes to read the two packets aloud (which I managed to read in the time I had due to the delayed start.)
- The packet preached about responsibility and punctuality being very important parts of cheerleading, neither of which the leaders had any real regard for up to this point.
- They then allowed the booster club president to rant about the drama and all the other stereotypes cheerleading does in the movies (backstabbing, drama, undercutting, bitchy cheerleaders, etc.).
If they had any real organization, they could’ve easily done this in under half of the hour and a half time it took.
So basically they scared me off by showing me their lack of coordination and structure.
I think I have a good shot, but even if I don’t make it, I’m sure it’ll be nice to meet people and learn to appreciate it.
I remember I did the same thing with winter guard a while back.
"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage."
I think it’s very telling of our society that many people go backwards.
I had a dream last night.
I was walking around with three of my friends and one of them was my girlfriend in the dream, but I can’t remember who she was. I decided I was going to marry her and I went around looking in the dirt for rocks to use as a diamond ring. I kept seeing some that were too big or too small, but I found one that had a sort of boomerang shape and I picked it up. We walked around and did a bunch of stuff, made out a little (which reminded me how much I miss doing that. Wow.) and then I went to the place we had our first date (again, can’t remember), and when we left, I proposed. All I saw was the look of shock, like blank-face, jaw-dropped expression, and I woke up.
Think of it like this. Pretty much everything in the world existed in one form or another at the time of the dinosaurs. So everything in the world is a hand-me-down from dinosaurs.
Some nights you can just tell you’re not going to sleep. I can hear my TV’s high-pitched ringing, the train way off in the distance, even the fly in the hallway occasionally.
But worst of all, that which keeps me awake are my thoughts. The ones I can’t control, but I fall to helplessly. Thoughts of past torments, anxieties of what the future holds, and the ever-looming end-all be-all solution of death that will make them all go away.