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Hey guys!
I have healed from my accident and I can now type! hurray!
Sooooo all my saturdays I have to go to dance class to practice for "The Nutcraker", which by the way, I am a russian. Dance is takiing over my life -sigh- but its ok because I'm getting better and better at dance all the time. I am actually performing on friday for a school. I am currently trying to put pictures on my blog, but my camera crashed and now I have to wait to get a new one 
Well peace out everyone! May God be in your mind everyday and every minute!
~Alice~ |
Posted: 8:33 AM, Oct. 23, 2008 |
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| Haha guess what did last night. I tripped on a gate and landed on the stairs. I believe i broke my finger, my neck is swollen and my knee was beeliding.. hurraaaaaay! So today at dance I had to sit and watch, and everyone was like "poor alice! i'm sorry" I had to say I was fine over and over again. *sigggh* ever get injuries when you really don't want them?? |
Posted: 2:11 PM, Oct. 3, 2008 |
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Introduction part 2!
ok Back to the story of my Life xD
So we get to PATHS, and I quickly get off the bus before they can push me off. I watch as people take the elevator instead of just walking up three flights of stairs. I run up the stairs to the dance room just to find that my teacher has not gotten here yet. So I wait on the bench for my teacher to get here with the key so I could get in the dance studio. A couple minutes go by and I see one of the people from the program I say hello and he happily ignores it as he walks on. Well thanks, I think to myself, and I look out the window from the third floor, to see my teacher smiling up at me as she walks into the building. When she gets up to the third floor, she unlocks the door, and the dressing room and I go in to get changed. After I get into my dance clothes, I sit down and eat lunch for 10 minutes, while everyone else comes in. After lunch all of us come together and start doing pellaties and yoga. "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii people!" says Vanessa as she walks in. Oh great, Vanessa is here. It's not like I don't like her, its just she dosn't like me, I mean, if i move an inch she's like "Come back Alice! Stop fooling around". So for another 2 and half hours we dance, dance.... and dance. After that, at about 1:10 I get changed again, and go downstairs to catch the bus home. *I'm speeding through my story* On the bus I sleep, because I just danced for 2 1/2 hours! and have even more dance to do after that. When we get to the high school, I walk back home and take another nap before I have to go dance for another 4 hours. After afternoon dance class, I go home, take off my shoes, and SLEEP! FINALLY!
and thats pretty much my day LOL |
Posted: 2:04 PM, Oct. 2, 2008 |
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Introduction!
Hey Guys, my names Alice, I'm 15 years old. I have muddy blonde hair and I'm 5"6.
Since I almost DO go to school I don't really have a lot of time to blog. But anyways nice to meet ya, and I'm looking forward to finding new friends ^-^
heres a taste of my life:
Thursday, 2nd October, 2008
PART 1
..."Aliiiice, time to get up!!!" yells my dad from down the stairs. *groan* I really don't want to get up today, seeing how its 40 degrees outside and I am happily suggled up in my nice warm blanket. 30 minutes go by and I'm sleeping.... an hour goes by and I'm still sleeping... Finally, I wake up just to realize that I have to leave in about an hour. Oh snap, I think to myself, now i won't have time to take my shower, watch a couple of movies on my iPod and do my hair. I rush downstairs and get my lunch put together, only to find out that all the fig newtons have been eaten *ARRRRGH!*. So i replace the fig newtons with some more carrots...hurray. Then I get my iPod in it's case and rush out the door, when my mom stops me and asks "Are we going to pick you up today? or are you going to take the bus?". Now I usually want my parents to pick me up, because, lets face it, High school busses are a dangerous place. So i tell her I'm going to take the bus today, so I won't have to face another critism from her about not getting my math done. So I walk to the high school, which is about a 10 minute walk from my house, and wait at the front for the bus to come. About 10 minutes after I get there, everyone else starts flooding outside. Then.. I hate it when they do this, they start spitting everywhere, not to mention the swearing, the clothing and the guys pants, I mean c'mon! I can see his full underwear for pete's sake! Then the bus driver comes about 20 minutes late and we all get on the bus to go to PATHS.... another hurray. On the bus drive over, the kids start talking about how many times they have had sex. OH. MY. GOSH. Please stop talking! Thank goodness I have my iPod, I put it on and start listening to broadway musicals music. Finally we arrive and its time to start the school day *Dramatic music*.
Part 2 will follow after I get back from school. Thanks for reading! |
Posted: 8:28 AM, Oct. 2, 2008 |
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