well...

i got back from the cruise and the after-rocking has finally started to wear off. its been hell trying to twirl with my drunken balance. i'm not sayin' much on the cruise. for a fairly detailed account, just take a look at gwen's lj. i learned one of those "life lessons" that's hard to learn and hard to forget. i'll spare you and won't get into the details of my "enlightenment". i've been at twirling camp these past two days. whoopee. we had the talent show last night and like nobody was doing anything, so me & little sister got dragged into it doing none other than the napoleon dance. some guy actually played the bagpipes. it was awesome. the dude wore a khaki skirt. well, a kilt. but whatever. it looked like a khaki skirt to me. tonight was the "band camp expo". i've never been so bored in my life. except every 'b' day morning in senor noyd's class. that man was so monotone and lifeless...again, i'll spare you the pathetic details. so now i'm about to produce a giant pool of drool (nice visual, huh?) and catch up on my lost sleep. (since i was on a giant cruise ship, i found the idea of sleeping insanely wasteful, so i didn't do much of it and now i'm frickin tired plus i've got twirling camp at 8 so i have to be all lively and bouncy and bullshit like that)