day 197 oh to be 14 again

I really really can't wait until I am no longer a dancing train wreck. I showed serious signs of being mentally handicapped tonight. I have got to get it together or Jason is going to kill me. I did a group thing tonight and then a party, basically 1 hour and 45 minutes of non-stop dancing. I have now been told twice now to have a drink before I come to class. Seriously? Never in my life has someone recommend that I have a drink, usually it’s the other way around. Ok, “Operation Get the Steel Rod out of my Back” is underway. Loosen up is the name of the game.

I just read an essay my mom wrote when I was 14. She brought it up here to show me and also has one about my brother. My brother’s was really funny, that 11 year-old had some hilarious one-liners. Mine, was the opposite of funny, it was about the 6-8 weeks that my life was put on pause, so I could enjoys the benefits of a severe case of Mononucleosis. Telling a wiry, wound up, energized future gypsy that she has to be home-schooled, forgo a spot on the All-star softball team, quit ballet, and quit jazz classes, sucks! I also missed my 8^th grade  dance and a chance to slow dance with Johanthan Sullivan, the only 8^th grader who was old enough to drive. Thanks mom, so glad we documented that! She told me how she wanted me to see an example of how I beat all odds of the side effects that I had looming from the sickness, how I persevered as a teenager and how I was still doing it today. I appreciate the sentiment Mom, but geez Louise that was not fun, not fun at all. Please tell me you don’t have any essays about my dog dying so I can see an example of the circle of life. J