I would walk a million miles to do what I believe

Weekends are way too short. I wish they lasted at least three days; two days is simply not enough for me to recover from all the things that happen to me during the five days I’m at school. Apparently, I’m to join the cheerleading competition whether I like it or not. My mom didn’t allow me to skip school just for that because she says boycotting is against the rules of the school. I really don’t give a shit if it’s allowed or not; if it isn’t, so much the better. But what mom says is law so I guess I have to follow. *sigh* Well it’s not going to be that bad though; at least the costumes of those in the pep squad look like cheerleading uniforms. I guess the most I can just do is skip practices and then lip-synch during the rehearsals at school. I really don’t give a fart about what happens to my batchmates’ cheerleading competition. I only want to wear a teeny tiny skirt.

Which means I’ll need to lose weight. The weighing scale in our house doesn’t work so I have absolutely no idea how much I weigh. But my arms are fat and my thighs are fat…ugh. It’s absolutely important that I lose weight before summer and maintain my figure until I get back to school. I might go to Germany with the Choir for a concert tour around April or May (somewhere in the area of Altena and Cologne,wherever that is), if God wills it. The choir manager said there will be concerts in that part of Germany then Switzerland and Austria as well and I’m really excited. But the best part is, I’ll be by myself. My sister wants to go too and I don’t mean to sound selfish or anything but I don’t want her to. It’s nothing personal but I just feel like experiencing Germany by myself for a change. And you know the strange coincidence , of course. I encouraged Casey to go into that exchange program in Germany and…. Oh well, I probably shouldn’t talk about it anymore; it could jinx everything. But it’d be really cool if plans push through and I really, really want to travel next year. It doesn’t have to be Germany; anywhere in the world would be fine. Even Afghanistan would sound like fun. At least I would know what it’s like to wear those weird blanket-like clothes the women have to wear there. I am unlike a hobbit; I love adventures.

For the meantime, I have to get through the bloody school year in one piece. Something I’m not really looking forward to.