SUCKFEST

Yes, you've read the title correctly. It reads "suck" + "fest" = suckfest. That is exactly what our aerobics routine was. I swear, I am becoming more and more foreign to myself as the days go by. I was totally nervous and embarrassed up there with Lindsay and Megan as we did what I think of as the WORST ROUTINE EVER. Even worse is that I created most of it, or well, at least I put it together. I don't think it would have been as bad if we had had any time at all to practice the final result, but no. That's what happens when people have jobs. I don't have a job, but Lindsay and Megan both do, and I might have to congratulate them on their impeccible timing.

No, that was really mean. It wasn't their fault. It was the fault of fate, and that it hates me, and Rass is stupid. She only likes her volleyball people. Yes, I'm being mean again, and will prolly feel remorseful for it all later, but right now I'm venting.

Something is v. v. wrong with my blog, it won't seem to put new posts on, so if this post ever makes it to the light of your computers, thank Zach b-cuz I just added him to the editment of my blog since I am woefully hopeless with even the simplest proceedures required of a blog. An idiot proof blog baffles me. That is sad.

Not to get off topic, but that's what I'm doing so whatever, but, I was reading Peter's blog the other day and he made me think about an old off&on again thought to start my own band. That would be cool, but will so not happen as the only thing I can do is sing, and all my friends are in band, sure, but they don't exactly play band instruments. Except maybe Nicole, I think she plays guitar.I'm pretty sure I have a piano playing friend somewhere. I know Jamie is gonna be playing guitar, but that still leaves drums and bass. So, it seems the band of Peter, Dan, Jake, and Tom (kick me if I left anyone out) will have no competition.