The worst 45 minutes of every week have to be monday nights from 7:15-8:00 p.m. Now when I say the worse, I mean, the worst! And I'm choosing this time over Ms. Mouzzon's class and Ms. Guardiola's class so you know it has to be bad. I hate pointe. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. My toe is bleeding. I hate point.

I got a CD full of Tremaine pictures today from Jennifer. I'll post them on a seperate page when I feel like installing photoshop on this computer resizing them and then uploading them and stuff.

My bra and my leotard got tangled tonight while I was changing for ballet and I couldn't get out of my bra. Ashley and Katy were laughing at me. I have to admit that it was pretty funny.

I was talking to my mom today and she started talking about a chain letter where you send people dish towels. I was like, "Whoa Mom, you have some weird friends." We're doing a chain letter at school with underwear. That's why I brought it up.

I still don't understand why anyone would read this but, sadly enough, there are people that do. I think my life is pretty boring. I wouldn't want to read about it if I was someone else.