Thinking Aloud

As of right now, I am thinking aloud. Please excuse the occasional random thought: I had nothing better to post!

I went through two hours of nonstop hard core excercise this morning. Cheerleading is most certainly a sport, and anyone who would beg to differ better show up at my next practice. We kicked the morning off by doing tons of running. Then there were push ups/sprints/crunches. We learned a dance in a few minutes, leaving me confused and looking stupid and slow compared to my teammates. (Not to mention I hardly know anyone... I miss Jordan's humor, Emma's laughter, and my sweet Calli!) Stunting went terribly. I am still pretty new to basing, and I was thrown into a sequence I hardly knew with a flyer that I didn't know very well either. The pressure was killing me, and no matter how hard I tried, I would dip too low and we would crash 50% of the time. Trust me: I have this GIANT bruise on my upper leg to prove it. There were tons and tons of nonstop jumps, leg lifts that sent searing pain up my legs, what will eventually rack up to be dozens of sidelines that were all memorized in seconds, and the occasional break for water. I came home sore and tired, and I could feel the definition of every single one of my muscles. And I still love the sport!

I would have studied for Physical Science, but right as I plopped on the couch Mother Dearest and the family clan arrived with a truckloud of guests which included Katie and Alyssa, which turned into four hours of pure insanity. I thought I had an hour before I had to baby-sit, but I was racing out the door the instant Alyssa had gone home.

Both girls were well behaved, and it was actually just as much fun for me as it was for them. We spent the first hour talking about yearbook, music, the 'questionable existence of Taylor Swift', Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and yes, Narnia. We filled one another in on our favorite series, and I had a great time. I fed the girls dinner, we watched Myth Busters and researched pictures on the Internet, enjoying a good amount of time laughing at the BBC Narnia films. The girls were happy that their teeth was not as bad as Lucy's. Lastly, we went out into the backyard and they taught me how to use their rope swings. It was actually really fun... I basically got paid to have a great time.

So here I am... I crammed in some studying, my arms are sore, I have to be up at 6:00 tomorrow to spend countless hours helping out at the hospital, and I have no idea whether or not El is coming to my house and whether or not I have more cheerleading Saturday. So there you have it. My mind, poured out onto this webpage, so that you could waste a few more minutes of your life bothering to read about me.

"A lady of Narnia must mind where she puts her head, because she may end up hitting her head a record breaking total of 11 times!"