Miserable

Hi.

I'm extremely upset.

But before I talk, I'm going to reply to some comments.

Hannah: Thank you for telling me! I didn't know that there was a first one. That makes a LOT more sense. I'll have to read that, too. Sometimes I'm such a blonde. ;)

Talia: Oh, good! I'm not insane! Now it's not even letting me read her blog- is that happening to you too?

Francesca: Same. :( I tried reaching her on lisiharrison.com too, and it still didn't work, I don't think.

Devin: :) I like it, too! I hope she realizes it's not our fault we can't comment.

S and O: Thank you! I'm a very passionate about dance. :)

Charlotte: I know, huh? The URL is chellasgrainofsand.blogspot.com , but it won't even let me go to her blog anymore. Maybe you'll have more luck. PS. Thanks- I'm going to try to update it more! :)


Ok. Back to my blog.


You see, all week long I've been at dance camp. Four hours of camp for me, an hour lunch break with Lacey, Brittany, Amanda, Rachel, and Shaela in the cafe, then four more hours of teaching little bitty cheerleader's how to, well, cheerlead, I guess. Oh, and then Conditioning/Stretching for two hours, but I get to go home for a while before that.

I'm very sore.

Well, today, the cheerleader's parents got to come and watch their children do their routine they learned and some tumbling. It was pretty fun. We showed them how they learned to hula hoop, showed their parents their crafts they made, and of course, their routine they learned.

Ha. They can't do that ;)

I was enjoying it, watching them (they're so cute-they're ages four through eight). Then, while I was cleaning up the mats, I was trying to find my dance bag.

I couldn't find it. ANYWHERE.

We tore up the room, trying to find it somewhere. But no luck. My dance shoes were in there, some tennis balls (don't ask), $4, Burt's Bees lip balm, some bobby pins, tissues, bandaids, a water bottle, and my PHONE.


UGHHHH.

I've never lost my phone before. It's always right by my side, warming up my pocket. And this time, a parent accidentely took it. Or, I hope it was an accident. My mom is NOT happy. I didn't expect her to be. But now I'm upset.


Then, my dance teacher came into class. Shaela is my summer dance teacher and taught my modern class for the school year, but Marissa is my real dance teacher, and she is amazing. Not just at dance, but her personality. She's 23, so she can bond with us without being, you know, old. And she does bond with us. She's like the older sister I wish I had. She's really pretty, too.

Well, she quit.




Yup. She came into our class, started crying, and said she was quitting.

That made me even more upset.

She said she's not getting paid enough, and she tried talking to the owner of the studio, and she won't give her a raise, so she got another job at a different studio. She LEFT us! For a different studio! They're going to learn all her amazing dance secrets! Grow a bond with them! That makes me the most angry.





THEN, when I got home, I was making a smoothie, and I asked my sister if she could get out the frozen berries. She put them on the hot stove and melted the plastic and half the berries, ruining my smoothie and leaving me to fix the stove.




THEN, I was washing my hands in the kitchen sink, knocked over the soap, and broke a glass cup.


As you can see, today is a definite Murphy's Laws day.


Well, and least it's my half birthday.




Yay.



*Tiff*