Dancer’s feet are disgusting. I never had a problem with feet until I started dancing. But now they gross me out. They’re dirty, dry, cracked, and calloused. It’s just gross!
Last night we had a stomp at my school which I was in charge of. I thought it turned out alright. Especially since I had virtually no clue what I was doing. I’ve never planned a dance before. I’m just the historian! I just take pictures! I tried to ask the other student council members for help but most of them just looked at me like I was stupid and gave me vague answers. So I had to figure it out on my own.
For the decorations, I
There was one survivor. His name is Ronald.
I don’t really have much to say. Well here is a message to someone who hopefully knows who they are: I am sorry for your suffering and I am sorry for your pain. I'm only trying to do what is best but I wish I knew how to take it from you and that you would at least let me try to take it away.
LIKES:
+Index cards
+Sharpies
+Burning CD’s
+Cheese
+Jones Soda
DISLIKES:
+Missing phone calls
+Wearing too much make-up
+Sophomores and Freshmen for the most part
+Feeling guilty
+Having things shoved in my face
ISMS:
+Cheese is my first love in life, especially crème cheese. I eat cheese with practically everything. I highly recommend crème cheese on toast or triscuits
GRATEFUL FOR:
+Sleeping in
+Blankets
+Peace and quiet
-Bailey
Mood: Recalcitrant
Song: Thrown Away by VAST
PS I don't know what to get anyone for Christmas so if you have ideas or requests, let me know :)
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