I'm in the process of redoing the layout, and experimenting along the way. So if anything looks funky, that's why. Close your eyes.

UPDATE: The majesty is now finished. I don't really know what to name it, but it's darker and basically eviler in general than my last one. I'd update now, but unfortunately it's midnight and it would be a complete waste of the scarce brain cells that remain awake. Goodnight.

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Yeah I know, I'm mad again. I'm not really an angry person, although having two rants in a row is probably giving people a different impression. But I really can't help it.

Every year at Nationals there's a photography crew who covers the event, later to sell the photos online to whoever wants one. Well this year, for some reason, there was a new company. Amazing Sports Photos!, or so they like to be called, but don't let the name deceive you. This was easily the worst batch I've ever seen in my 6 years of jumping. Not only do they somehow lose the entire first day of the competition, but their coverage of the remaining day was MISERABLE. If you were actually lucky enough to get photographed, they put on multi-shot and covered about 5 seconds of whatever you were doing, producing photographs worth less than penguin feces.
The MOTHERS sitting back in the stands had better pictures, and if they had decided to set up a booth they could've outsold these amatuers in a heartbeat. Sad, really.

In other news, I'm done with being modest.

Those are my medals from Regionals and Nationals, not including all my ribbons from other tournaments. Everyone needs some glory, damnit.

P.S. Happy Friday the 13th, now go knock on wood.

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Today was a wake up call. It was my first gymnastics / regular practice since Nationals, and that was almost two weeks ago. So I'll be getting progressively sorer as the week continues, but me sweating like a demon has yielded some mighty fine results. We worked on our 4 person freestyle for Worlds...honestly I'm surprised how much structure we built into the routine already. Albeit, most of the stuff is taken from mine and Jesse's single rope freestyles, but still it works, and it looks damn good. Also, within two more gymnastics practices I will have a back tuck on the floor, I am making this as a promise to myself. You are all witnesses.

After the mornings chaos (and a delicious toasted Subway Melt with pepperjack cheese and all the toppings) I had to help my dad for a few hours putting in the new dryer. Appliances are beasts to do anything with these days. I should know, we've replaced the refrigerator, dish washer, and dryerr all this year. But they've all been old , we're not richy riches who get tired of our "totally last year" gadgets. The only thing that's remained is the oven and stove. Knock on wood.

On a lighter note, I am free from the tyranny of my sister, for a few days at least. She's journied off to dance camp with her scatterbrain coach and equally mindless minions. I'm not worried, she'll fit right in. Haha yes, I sound so merciless I know. But I have just cause. She left the toilet paper roll empty before leaving. Unforgivable.

Speaking of things that have gotten on my bad side lately (okay I'm not really mad at her for the toiler paper thing, really), Aquapod needs to perish. Behold evil incarnate.


These are the gimmicky little bottles of water that have been plauguing me for the past few weeks. "OMG mommy loooook at those bottles of water...they're shaped more differenter OMG mommy buy them!!!1!!11!!" And Nestle (they're making them) tries to parade around promoting "the more hydrated teenager." More hydrated my ass, teenagers don't care about that crap. Yay water filled in a container shaped like a malformed egg, that'll definitely get teenagers to drink more! I love Crunch bars, Nestle, but really, you brought this one step too far. Oh and parents are also depicted as zombies on the Aquapod website, that's how obsessed I am with ridding this disease from the Earth. Why does it bother me so much? I don't know.

Although the fact that they're making a live action Bratz movie probably hasn't helped my mood. I was hoping the actresses would have insane collagen-enhanced lips and massive bellbottoms, but unfortunately the only thing they bring to the silver screen is their inner biatch, which the movie seems to be promoting among the females of the younger generation.

End of rant

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Meet the newest resident of the Island. Or he will be shortly at least, once I decide to stop being lazy and starting pestering Dave for a spot on those sandy dunes. It's the most Matrix-esque thing I could come up with, but if anyone else has some clever ideas up their sleeve than I will pay PPS for a good specimen. I've yet to conceive a witty caption however. This will probably take a good deal of time...

I started drivers ed today. Yeah, shut up, I'm a year late, I don't care. I've never been one for having initiative anyway. If I'm going to get a job I might as well be able to drive myself...originally I was just going to wait till I was 18 and save my parents a little $$$, but apparently that was against their agenda. I'm doing one of those "come-in-whenever-you-want" kind of programs, and the minimum length of the program is 5 weeks...which I intend to hit right on the nose. Finishing before summer and getting my license would be nice.

I want my sister to grow up. Originally I intended to write a long, pointless rant, but then I decided it was really not going to do much good but make me more agitated. I'm probably demanding too much from the the cycle of natural growth but whatever.

Practice starts again tomorrow...starting at 7:30 with gymnastics. I've been practicing in my backyard a bit, but most of the time I've been going forward. I don't think I'm psychologically prepared to start going backwards again, so this will be interesting. And so will be my first time working with my new pair, someone completely opposite of me who essentially represents everything I find evil in life. Excellent.

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