once upon a time, there was this girl. She could never find anywhere to fit in. First she tried the "bad" group, but found that her morals and conscience were too strong to ignore. Second, she tried the "goody-goody"s, but found that their lack of adventure and rebellion was far too prominent. Finally, she found a place where she belonged. It wasn't the populars, it wasnt the bad kids or the overly good ones, either. This girl found refuge in the group that most high schoolers tend to avoid. The marching band kids. She found that this group of people were exceptionally welcoming to anyone who offered a smile and a sense of humor. Almost at once, she found that this was her place where she belonged. Her refuge. Even if the rest of the school hated her, this would be the one place- the one room- where she belonged. She would remain in this circle of friends for the rest of high school, and the friendships she made would last a lifetime. Along the way, she found love in the arms of the most unexpected person, and a best friend who not only was not in the same social circle as her, but almost was her complete opposite-and her complete twin-all at the same time. I guess what i'm saying is that this girl found that she didnt have to be what everyone else wanted to see. She was herself. And where she found herself, is certianly the last place she ever imagined she'd be looking. The End.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Haven't Met You Yet
I get all worked up
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Thursday, February 25, 2010
Great Wolf Lodge
You jump accross the lilly pads and try to get to the other side (I've busted myself a few times lol)
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Who am I?
who exactly am I? Am i just some random girl who dresses edgy? Am i a dancer? A singer? How about a friend, or a sister? Am i a daugher? I am all these things, and much more.
People tend to judge me sometimes. She dresses weird, she's a band geek, she wears too much eyeliner, she must be a whore because she's always surrounded by that group of guys. I've heard it all before. What i've never heard is "She may look different, but she's really nice." or "I like the fact that she's not afraid to be who she wants to be." And I know exactly why.
People are so caught up in how they look and what others think about them that they are too worried about that to care who they hurt in the process, or who couldve been their friend. People such as my friend Marina. She's full out goth. The hair, the clothes, the rebellious attitude. What other people don't know is that she's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. She has the perkiness of a cheerleader and can tell jokes till you're crying. The average person doesnt see this because they're too busy judging her on her appearances to think about what kind of person she is.
What exacly is popular? Well, by my definition, it is somewhone who has a lot of friends and a lot of people like. What is popular at school? Someone who dresses the "right way" and tears down others who are not on their social level. The only people who like them are their group of friends, if that. To me, that's not popular. That's thinking you're better than someone. I dont consider myself the "school" definition of popular, but by MY definition, i think I am :)
So this is me: I dress a little "out there", I don't say the things I should sometimes, I make mistakes. I'm a singer, a dancer, a performer. I'm a lover. I'm a fighter. And by my definition, I am most definitely popular.
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
Reaching New Heights...and embarassment
ok, so i've always been afraid of heights. it's not that extreme, but i jst try to avoid being places where i am in danger of falling off anything or really anything that's more than 5 feet off the ground. I've never flipped out the way i did today.
so i was at play practice and i knew what was coming, my first day on the set. I have to twirl baton on a 15+ foot high platform, and my heart is racing jst thinking about it. So during break, i decided to go up by myself and jst get the feel of it. well while i was up there, my friend Hunter decided to shake the riser which set me off balance, and aparently my emotions too. I didnt fall off, but i did break down right there in the middle of the set and start bawling and i could not stop!!! I felt like a complete idiot. Eventually i composed myself (after crying into isaacs shoulder for a few seconds) and hunter gave me a hug. Now weer all good but i still hat that stupid platform.......
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Black Dress With The Tights Underneath ;)
haha that's what im wearing now lol. Because of all the snowdays, i haven't gotten out of the same pair of pajamas for 4 days....gross, rite? Well today, my mom got tired of looking at me and made me go take a shower. i was feeling rather in the mood to modern dance today so i put on a dress with leggings (modern is always more fun when you're barefoot and wearing a dress). My mom is gonna quiz me for my upcoming test and i cant go dance until she does.
but i leave you with this question: Did Hellen Keller really talk with her hips?
ponder that for a while
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