You should probably just laugh

If you asked me what my normal day consisted of, I honestly couldn't give you a very good answer, because my days are all over the board. Take today for example. Just for example.

I woke up and had the biggest glass of milk possible. Drove to school while singing Norah Jones. Read about 4 chapters of my English book before class started so I could actually know a little bit for the test and practically fell asleep in Spanish. During 3rd period we took the math CRT, which I finished in about 50 minutes excluding question 69 which for some reason I could not do for the life of me. I spent the rest of the period on that one problem and got nowhere with it. Failure. I came home and was freezing so I put on sweats over my pants and long blue socks which I wore diligently throughout the rest of the day. I watched Modern family which makes me laugh literally out loud even though I'm by myself. I ran into a wall and now have a goose egg on the side of my head. Went to a baseball game where I learned what a pickle was and attempted at going to mutual where I sat in the parking lot for about 7 minutes then went home. Then I took off my shoes and did cartwheels in my blue socks outside on a hill which is actually a very unusual task.

So, what I'm getting at, is... well, you should probably just laugh.

My Fatal Flaw

I have finally come to the conclusion of what my fatal flaw is. I decided just this week. I have had a really big week of dance, with Dance Company and BYU performances every night. In Dance Company I was in 13 of about 16 dances, which makes for some pretty fast changes. Likewise with BYU. Like 10 second changes backstage. And if I didn't have the help of some amazing girls who helped me all night, I probably would have keeled over and died. Because, you see, my fatal flaw is getting dressed.

Performances (so as not to get confused.)

Wednesday (Dance Co)

Thursday (Dance Co)

Friday Morning (BYU)

Friday (BYU)

Saturday (BYU)

On Wednesday night, there was not a costume that I put on right. I would be running really fast, go out, dance my heart out, just to come off and have someone tell me that my shirt was on either backwards, inside out, or stuck in my pants. In one of the dances I came off stage only to find that my pants were ALL three of those things. So yes, I had a nice little tag as a tail. It's a beautiful thing. But part of me kind of doesn't care that all my costumes were screwy. Because... well I don't really know why. Maybe I just hope that people will look at my lack of getting dressed correctly skills as charming and kind of funny. Who knows. Like I said before. It's just my fatal flaw.