wow I cannot find a picture to describe what I'm feeling.
when I step on that field (even if it's just a parking lot) I glare up at the judges in the press box and think ha just try to find something wrong with me. you can't!
Mr. Jazz taught us to be confident. these poor new kids don't get that because they haven't taught it. I'll have to say something.
we listened to my ipod at dinner. no one booed my country music
and Hailey (not Haili) heard about Ninja. ooo she had better not tease me or grrr
LoL
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment