The floor is not my friend

Yeah, you guessed it. I fell asleep again last night. Though in all honesty, it was not on the floor this time. I had good reasons though!
First, it was not a good day for the most part. I messed up an audition for a dance performance, had a really bad hair day, all that jazz. Bah.
Second, dance practice was exhausting. We did the jive for an hour straight, which is a very fast dance. Then we practiced the Samba, which isn't too slow either. Then waltz. You would think that would be good right? A slow one? No. Apparently in our new routine, the girls have to do the splits, which I can't do. Not even close.
Third, I didn't get home until 12:30ish
After school things got a tad better. The whole family went to my cousins house for an epic bonfire. And it was (seriously, it was HUGENORMOUS!)
but they live far away, so I didn't get home till really late, and I smelled like smoke, so I took a shower.

Anyway, enough about yesterday, and me falling asleep.

There are epic things in store today. First, some random funny thoughts, and second some good ol' Crafty-time Tuesday! Then I'm sure some more rambling :P

Todays been pretty boring as far as stuff happening goes. I did homework. Yeah...
BUT! Apparently my funny blogging muse is back from vacation, cause all these hilarious little thoughts keep coming to me. Haha, here are the ones I remember :P

In the pantry we have one of those 72 oz bags of chocolate chips we use for baking. It was almost completely empty, so I just took the bag and ate the small hand full out of it. But I still became very self conscious about my weight when I threw it out. I knew I only had a small amount, but the giant bag made me feel like I ate it all. Out of curiosity, I looked in the cupboard, and found that most of the treat bags were almost gone, but we never threw them out. Curse you family size....

For the next one I'll just tell you what I wrote on my post it note. 'Note to self: Don't answer the phone with 'ello' in a British accent until you know who it is.'
I did that, and it was funny, cause it totally threw the other person off. I could barely keep from laughing till I was off the phone.

Also, I think it should be outlawed to have freshly baked cookies in the house when I'm trying to loose some weight here. I didn't count how many I had >_<
Why does junk food taste so good? I wonder if it's just psychological. Would cauliflower taste good if it was bad for you?

Bother, that's what I get for not writing these down.

ON TO LESS RANDOM RAMBLINGS!!! ALL CAPS!! WHOO!!!
*cough* ahem

I've been getting some good writing done lately. Well not technically writing, but whatever. I've been filling out character sheets and coming up with back stories. It's been fascinating. For once in my writing history, I've been more interested in the main male character. The back story that's emerging for him is awesome.
When I'm done with this short story, I'll probably write a lot more about him. Which is weird because I've never exactly finished a novel with a girl main character, and now I want to one with a guy.
Not that I'm biased or something, but writing from the perspective of the opposite gender is hard.

AHHHHHH!!!! ok, so this post was going to be much cooler and longer, but we have another demon post on our hands (and I'd link back to the post where I first explain what I'm talking about, but that would probably make it explode.)
It'll have to suffice to say that the thing has a mind of it's own, and is randomly deleting stuff, and putting in random html code. So if some of the wording in here sounds odd, the transitions from topic to topic are off, or I just sound out of my mind (ok, not that last one. That's totally unrelated) it's because I've had to retype any giving section of this friggin' thing 3 times at least.

So, Crafty-time Tuesday will have a Wednesday edition, and I'll do everything else I was planning on tomorrow as well.
that is if I remember (Post-its! my Hero!)

*runs from demon post before it stabs me*

Hit two birds with one stone

Um, first off I must confess that I'm more of a 'chuck half a million stones until you hit one stupid bird' sort of person. My aim is that bad.

*cough* moving on to what I actually meant by the title.

In my English class, I was assigned to write a personal narrative of whatever event in my life I liked. Guess what I chose. Ballroom competition! So I get to copy and paste that here! Woo! I love when your work pays off twice. I'll also be posting an edited version of it under the 'Writing' tab, seeing as I just started it today, and it's not fine-tuned yet.


***The music started and my partner and I swept into our dance routine, smiling to the hundreds of people watching. We moved around the dance floor, weaving in and out of the other couples, the girls in their elegant dresses and the boys with the couple numbers pinned to their shirts. We moved through the steps like clock work, until the music faded out. We turned to the audience and bowed and curtsied. I felt like flying I was so happy.
Of course the rest of my day had not been so perfect. Late in the afternoon, I started getting ready for the ballroom dance competition. I wove my hair into a low bun and applied my makeup. I was sprayed thoroughly with hair spray three times, so my hair crunched when I touched it. I ran to my mom's bathroom to get some jewelry, and on the way I kicked the door frame as hard as I possibly could. Yelping, I grabbed my foot and tried to ignore the searing pain. Hopping around, I hoped I hadn't done anything serious to it. Dancing with a broken foot would be like entering an arm-wrestling competition with a paralyzed bicep. The pain ebbed to a dull ache, however, and I continued gathering what I needed.
My mom and I rushed out the door, and soon we were racing along the route to the building the competition was held in. Half way there, we ran into some traffic from construction. Our progress slowed to a crawl, and I resisted the urge to bang my head against the window. I wouldn't have to be nervous about competing if I never got the chance. Finally we broke through and continued our race against time. We lost.
We arrived at the designated meeting spot for my team ten minutes late, and no one was there. They had already moved. My mom wasn't allowed back stage, so I purchased my ticket, and entered the fray of contestants heading to their events and dressing rooms. The competition itself was a huge event. It ran for three days, and had a ton of events. It was held in a huge events center, and the backstage halls and rooms were a chaotic mess. I ran up and down the halls, checking in dressing rooms as a I went. I searched hallway after hallway, a wave of panic rising in my mind. Then, finally, as the elevator doors opened to yet another hallway, I ran into someone sent to look for me. We both let out a huge sigh of relief and rushed to join the rest of our team. Several sets of stairs later, we were quite out of breath, but we were there. One of the other girls shoved a new dress at me, telling me that we had new costumes. I only had a few minutes before I had to be ready. I snatched the dress and dashed down the concrete steps. I sprinted through the halls until I found a dressing room. I waited for an empty stall, hoping that I would make it in time. A door opened and I scrambled into my costume. I shoved my things into my duffel bag, and raced back to my team. A fellow dancer sprayed my hair once again, and I was sure that I could be in a hurricane without my hair coming out. I dumped everything on the floor and ran through my quickstep routine with my partner a few times before we went to wait for our curtain call.
Our team name was called out, and we filed out onto the floor. I smiled and relaxed. I was here, and all I had to do was dance my routine. We took our seats on the sidelines, and waited for our couple numbers to be called out. Waltz, samba, tango, and cha-cha all went by, and my team mates all took their turns for their dances. Next it was quickstep. Our couple number was called out, and my partner helped me to my feet. We took our place on the floor. And the music started. It was all like a dream as we spun around the floor. The music faded, and I took my curtsy. All the stress of the day was completely worth that moment.***

so ya. That was my performance/competition. It. was. amazing. My team got 4th, which is a far cry from the tenth out of ten we got last time. Also something that didn't get mentioned is that I learned that I can run in 3 inch heels without dying. Yeah, me, the one who managed to reallllllly hurt, possibly break, her pinky toe earlier that day. Haha, the world is full of contradictions :P

Comments and Critiques are more than welcome. In fact, I'll give you a virtual cookie if you do ^_^


Um, another note. This week has been a tad hairy. So I haven't been commenting much, and tomorrow will probably be more of the same, but Sunday I shall hopefully, maybe get back into the blogosphere.

In which I manage to stress out over the part I thought would be easy

You see, tonight at my ballroom competition, I thought that it was inevitable that I was going to freak out a bit at the number of people there. In truth, I wasn't nervous. At. all. period. Which I find really cool, cause that was a lot o' people.
The part I uber stressed about was the before hand getting ready. I believe I was totally justified in this, but that is a story for tomorrow, seeing as I am about to literally collapse.

See ya tomorrow!

The Universe is a fickle thing

So, it turns out that The Universe decided to be nice to me today, and I did make it to my practice ^_^
and I will be in the competition tomorrow. Which shall be interesting, seeing as I shall be performing in front of approx. 1500 people. WOO! this shall be quite fun.

speaking of my practice, beforehand I stopped to get some ballroom shoes. Which was fun for two reasons.
1) they were $130, which hurts to cough up. My parents did fund this, but still, that kind of cash for some shoes is just painful
2) I got to dance in brand new shoes for two hours. If any of you are dancers, you'll know this is not the funest thing in the world. For those of you who aren't dancers, dance shoes (well, any shoes really) take time to break in. My feet kill. Not to mention the loverly little cut I got from them.
3) (yeah I know, I didn't mention a third reason) they are 3 in. heels. Yeah. I am not short. My dance partner is the same height as me in shoes, but still, it is odd being so high off the ground :P

Um, yeah. Tomorrow shall be great fun, and I'll be sure to tell you about it, but now I think my head is going to explode if I don't get to sleep. right. now.

PS-is it just my computer being lame, or does the flower not show up in the background of my blog any more?

Yeah, stress is not my friend. YOU HEAR THAT STRESS? GO AWAY!!!!

To quote my gmail chat status message,

"This week could either be A) really fun or B) really poopy. Cross your fingers everyone!"

You see, I happen to have a ballroom competition this Thursday.
the problem is tomorrow I have a rehearsal/practice tomorrow, and the place it's at is reallllly far away. The real kicker is that we just got hit with the biggest snow storm we've had all year. If it's a blizzard out, I can't get to the practice. And, If I can't get to the practice, I can't figure out what I'm supposed to wear, where to buy tickets, heck, where this thing is even.
Also, due to an entry form issue, I may or may not even get to dance! This cannot be resolved unless I make it to that practice, and things aren't looking good for it now. The worst part is, is that I can't do anything but pray for a break in the weather. I hate idly worrying. I wish I could do something! Anything!
gar! This would be my first competition, and I really, really don't want it to get messed up.

Ahem. Rant/dump of stress over. thank you all for your time :)

I promise, sometime this century I will actually post some, oh I don't know, book reviews, writing exercises, and all the other stuff I've been promising for a friggin' long time now.