Okay, so wow. I have been SOO freaking busy. Sorry, guys.
Prom is this Saturday and I didn't get my dress until yesterday morning. Talk about freaking out. My date still hasn't got his tux. We haven't gotten a boutonniere or corsage yet. Don't know what we're riding in, where we're going to eat, what we're going to be doing or ANYthing.
I have to work until close most of this week and today I have to teach danceline and then go to church.
I don't know when I'm going to get anything done. I'm so stressed. I haven't slept much.
And now my cousin wants to date me. ... oh my gosh. How Alabama, right? Ugh.
Anyway, enough about all my shit. How is everyone else?
I have to go to work today. Ick. Oh well, if it makes me money. 
I'm so incredibly hungry. 
I didn't eat anything before I left. I'm contemplating going down to the snack machines. But I think I'll just get in trouble. 
Let's see, I have to go take pictures of teachers today for the yearbook. And it just happens to be the ones that I don't particularly care for. Figures.
I'm SOOO hungry. Somebody order a pizza and get it delivered to the Ohatchee school library and charge it on a card or something b/c I only have 3 dollars. PLEASE! 
I'd be so appreciative.
I deleted most of my old blogs. I went back and read all of them and oh my god, was I on CRACK?!?! I'm so retarded. I think the things that I say normally don't translate into good reading.
Anyway, I got accepted to JSU (no real accomplishment lol) and I have try-outs this Saturday for JSU ballerinas. We'll see. ::crosses fingers::
I'm working at Jack's in Ohatchee. ugh. Temporary job. Just a placeholder until Cracker Barrel can fire somebody or if by some miracle, the Anniston Star decides that they would like to pay their interns. hah. right.
Oh gosh, I think I'm going crazy. I mean, like, frigging insane. I keep thinking that everyone is him. I've got to stop this.
I've started keeping a journal of everytime I think about him. I started it 2 days ago. I have 12 entries so far. Most of the time I just didn't have my notebook with me to write it down.
I'm listening to Kiss From a Rose - Seal. Love it.
So, the drama club is putting on a production of Grease. hah. We'll see how that goes. So far, no one wants to show up to rehearsals.
Anyway, just wanted to update real quick. I'll probably start posting every morning.
Gotta run. I have exams today.
Just remember, you can also look me up on myspace and facebook.
myspace.com/theonlyrealdancer
Okay so here's some things I wonder about: (in no certain order)
How can some people be so incredibly stupid?
How can women have babies and still live?
Furthermore, how can they want MORE???????
How many stars are there?
Is anybody going to call me this week?
I really want to go to the airport and watch planes take off and look at stars.
How do people come up with the perfect phrase for something that is so incredibly right but no one really seems to understand how truly awesome it is?
Why do I only laugh at the really lame jokes?
Why can't I tell a joke?
Why do I laugh so weird?
What are people like in Alaska?
Is there really a Womper like Daddy says?
What about the three headed Swampuskitty?
Is that how you spell it?
Can people really spontaneously combust?
It would be cool if I had mind reading powers that I could turn on and off.
Or a truth sensor.
Or a truth revealer. (very closely related but different)
How many people really collect plungers?
When will someone take me mudriding?
When is Jason Mraz going to realize he's in love with me?
j/k.
When is my Jason Mraz look-a-like going to realize that he is madly in like with me?
Probably when he actually gets a chance to talk to me.
Or meet me.
Those are good first steps toward that.
How much alcohol is too much alcohol when combined with a myspace blog?
Evidently this much.
I have to pee.
But I'm too lazy to get up.
Did you guys know that? I am incurably lazy.
I like coffee.
And hot chocolate.
I love my hair.
And my eyes.
I hate that I'm tall.
But I love high heels.
I don't really like blondes unless they're totally awesome like Cami and Catie and stuff.
I think it's just because guys are naturally drawn to them and that really pisses me off.
What ever happened to dark haired goddesses and stuff?
And what the hell is so hot about short girls?
Is it a guy thing? You have to feel superior? B/c I desperately wish that I was short.
And it's all because of guys. They make tall girls feel like shit.
Well you know what? You can kiss my ass.
Oh, and what is so freaking gorgeous about blue eyes? You've made me come to hate my eye color too.
Look what you've all done to me. And every other girl in the world.
I've come to terms with not being anorexic.
I'm okay with that part.
I like my food too much and it makes me sick to my stomach to think of trying to make myself throw up (ha ha).
I mean, I know eating disorders are "in" but I'm not going with the fad this time.
And exercise is something that I love to do but I don't have time or I'm too lazy or something like that.
I know I shouldn't care what other people think.
And I don't.
Well, not to the point of changing myself.
But I do care (just like everyone else does whether they want to admit it or not) to the point of wondering why the majority of people can't see how awesome certain things are.
And why the hell are black people so damn cool? I don't understand.
I mean, some of them are, just like anyone else. But the ones that are, aren't defined by their blackness. They don't try to remind you every 2 seconds that they do indeed have a darker pigment to their skin and God forbid you forget it... bitch.
I hate black people that want to think that they are so much damn better than me... because they have people to beat me up for them... and they have pants to their knees... and forget to take combs out of their hair... and can't speak something near to the english language. You know what? Most of that would be okay, if they were cool people. B/c I've known quite a few that are the typical black "gangsta" but they were so sweet and not rude for the most part and they were smart and considerate of other people. But, I haven't met any like that in a long time.
I'm not just targeting black people, b/c it goes for anybody. If you try to use whatever it is to make yourself seem better than someone else and try to intimidate them, it makes me kind of think that you are insecure and kind of stupid.
But I don't understand why the race that fought for integration is now trying their damned best to seperate themselves from people different from them.
Whatever.
I'm off on a totally different subject that I didn't even mean to get on.
Hey, Adam, you know what I hate??? lol.
Anyway, back to things that I wonder:
(yes there's more)
Wow this is a long blog (yes that's one of them)
Why do I idolize people?
Why does it surprise me to find out that someone has a fault?
Did I just hear someone knock on the door or was that my chair squeaking?
Why am I so freaked out?
I'm scared. I freak myself out a LOT when I'm by myself. Well, really, my parents are in there but they're asleep. And it's dark. And honestly,
I'm afraid of the dark.
yep.
I'm easily scared.
But not easily grossed out.
I love chocolate more than any one person should.
I still have to pee.
I love pajama pants.
I love make-up.
But I like it when a guy thinks I look pretty without it too.
But I don't want him to never want me to wear it.
I want a guy to like me in pajamas but still appreciate that I dress up for him.
I want a guy to tell me what he likes so that I can do it.
But I don't want him to lie to me.
I like simple things.
But I make things more complex than they should be.
I don't do drugs.
I don't like drugs.
I don't like it when my friends to drugs.
I don't like cigarettes either, but I've grown up around it and in fact, the smell of the smoke is comforting b/c it reminds me of my dad and my sister.
I think abortion is up to the mother. I don't think of it as killing babies.
I don't like it b/c I'm sure it's emotionally traumatizing for the mother besides being physically painful. But if that's what she feels to be the only option then I don't see why not.
I love intelligent people.
I love book readers.
I love coffee drinkers.
I think it's cute when a guy bites his nails.
I like it when people can really sing or can play an instrument.
I think accents are totally awesome. (excluding a few)
My fingers are cold and kind of numb.
I like video games. But I'm lost with the new ones. I'd probably like them, I just don't now how to play them.
My all time favorite is Command and Conquer. All of them.
And of course the Mario games. All of them.
I love my Nintendo and Super Nintendo.
And my Odyssey 2. Awesome.
I like nerds. Like nerdy people. Well, the candy too.
I like warheads.
I like lots of sour stuff.
I like energy drinks even if they don't really give me energy.
I have to be EXTREMELY bored to write this much.
I'm tired. I almost typed tired as riterd. hah.
That kind of looks like retard. hah.
I make fun of people way too much.
I like to people watch.
I like strange and quirky people.
I like to try and figure them out.
I hate it when people won't answer questions when asked repeatedly.
I hate tomatoes. And lettuce unless it's in salad.
I love cheese.
I don't like to take medicine unless I REALLY need to.
My hair gets oily really easy so I have to wash it every day. Sometimes twice a day.
My eye has been twitching a lot lately.
I don't know why.
Hey, I pulled a muscle in my back trying to carry a bookcase down the stairs. It hurts. Bad. But now I have a bookcase in my room. yay!!! I have lots of books.
WHERE IS MICHELLE?!?!?!
