Update on the happening right now:
I am on holidays. I danced in a competition for most of the days out of it so I really only get these last few days. Tomorrow and then the weekend then I go back to ballet and ready for a whole new timetable. But that’s a whole other issue.
Tomorrow is Friday and I have to finish my assignment on an injury that is due on Monday. I have a lot to do but know exactly what I am doing so it shouldn’t take long. Maybe 3 or 4 hours and then another one to get it edited and printed out and completed.
I have been painting my room and my furniture over the last few months and after a quick white coat and final touch up on all the white bits, then I will be able to start putting all my things in and actually making my room a bedroom. I am so excited to have it done. That was my plan for tomorrow: all day and into the night and hopefully get a good lot done before the weekend and have the whole lot done by Monday, but a boy called…James, asked me to go ice skating with him. I think he’s a nice guy but a bit slow. I don’t mind talking to him when he starts up a conversation on msn, but I don’t really like going any further than that. But anyway he asked me to go and I have turned movies and Sunday things down before and I felt bad, especially after he asked “what are you doing tomorrow night” and I stupidly replied “nothing I dunno” and I couldn’t really use any excuse to get out of it. So I said I’d ask. Then mum actually said yes and I hate that I had to ask because I have no idea what she is thinking is going on.
Cos I really don’t want to g. and besides, its ice skating no one goes ice skating after year 7.
The next bad thing is when I asked who else is going he said two other guys names and said that they were maybe only going. I really don’t want to have to be alone with this guy for hours.
This is going to seem really, really bad but I think tomorrow I may have to cancel and take a rain check to at least something a bit more “funner”, like a movie, because then I just have to sit there and watch a movie. And I wouldn’t have to hold my own for very long.
He’ll be fine. He’s a big boy. I think I’m getting my monthly stomach aches anyway and I have so much work to do.
Aaarrrgh this sucks!!!!
I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow night.
Thanks for reading, xoxox P.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Intro about me
I created this blog just to put down what’s going on inside me because I’m not very good at telling that to other people, and I thought though if no one ever knew what was happening then I would probably explode at some point.
I wont put my name down or anyone else’s, not because I am afraid of scary weird people, because its just a blog, but I’m more afraid of this just getting to people that it shouldn’t and it could be very bad and a little offensive and I guess I am a little afraid of people finding out who I really am on the inside and not that its bad but I just really don’t want any of this held against me.
A little about me is that I am a full time dance student. That means that I left school because I want to be a ballerina and the only way of that happening would be if I studied it full time and dedicated my life to it practically.
I still have a social life. But I don’t know if it would be considered normal because I don’t know what normal is. But I have friends who I also hang with from ballet and two of the best girls I have ever known. Lets call them Helena and Donna. But they are the two I do actually spill most of my stuff to, just not all of it.
I still go to parties and like boys, well some boys and I shop and beach and all that other stuff teenage girls like to do as well.
I have a job; I work in a supermarket in the delicatessen. I don’t get paid that much but I don’t spend that much either so I am slowly saving it all.
I still live with mum and dad at home which is near ballet so it’s good I didn’t have to move away like a lot of fulltime dancers actually have to do. However I quite often would prefer the isolation and the freedom that would come with it. I love my parents, I really do especially after everything they do for me to let me dance and have this life but sometimes they are just so hard to live with because they cant even live with themselves and it just makes it so bloody hard to keep up…and sane.
That’s about all the background information you need for now and it will get me started.
Thanks for reading. Xoxo P.
I wont put my name down or anyone else’s, not because I am afraid of scary weird people, because its just a blog, but I’m more afraid of this just getting to people that it shouldn’t and it could be very bad and a little offensive and I guess I am a little afraid of people finding out who I really am on the inside and not that its bad but I just really don’t want any of this held against me.
A little about me is that I am a full time dance student. That means that I left school because I want to be a ballerina and the only way of that happening would be if I studied it full time and dedicated my life to it practically.
I still have a social life. But I don’t know if it would be considered normal because I don’t know what normal is. But I have friends who I also hang with from ballet and two of the best girls I have ever known. Lets call them Helena and Donna. But they are the two I do actually spill most of my stuff to, just not all of it.
I still go to parties and like boys, well some boys and I shop and beach and all that other stuff teenage girls like to do as well.
I have a job; I work in a supermarket in the delicatessen. I don’t get paid that much but I don’t spend that much either so I am slowly saving it all.
I still live with mum and dad at home which is near ballet so it’s good I didn’t have to move away like a lot of fulltime dancers actually have to do. However I quite often would prefer the isolation and the freedom that would come with it. I love my parents, I really do especially after everything they do for me to let me dance and have this life but sometimes they are just so hard to live with because they cant even live with themselves and it just makes it so bloody hard to keep up…and sane.
That’s about all the background information you need for now and it will get me started.
Thanks for reading. Xoxo P.
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