gomee23

Everyday in guidance, Mrs. Bugge (the guidance counselor lady) works with the kids who've missed a day of guidance, trying to catch them up to the rest of us. The rest of us just have to sit there and talk and then get yelled at whenever she sees us moving. There's a boy that I really like in that class. He's one of my coolest guy friends, and he's all funny and sometimes sweet and jockish, and I could go on and on but the rest is irrelevant. For now. Anyways, instead of talking to his guy friends about girls and four wheelers and whatever else Iowa boys talk about, he comes over to where me and my friend Tieranny sit. And we talk. About

The pain in her eyes The exhaustion makeup just can't hide. Every minute breaks her heart. She thought she loved it. She does love it. Or does she? She does. Maybe. It hurts

One of the biggest rules of dance recital (or any footwork performance) is that you never wear new shoes. Stupid people might think, "Yeah, they'll look so great and pretty, and it'd be a perfect reward for all the hard work!" No. That would hurt like Hell, and you would suck. However, new tights are perfectly acceptable. I love new tights (especially the ones from Capezio.) They're so smooth and stretchy, and there are no problems with them. They're filled with hope, and good luck for the performance. Good luck to me. Good luck to me. :D