Opening Song: "Goodies" - Ciara
I spent most of my day being complimented and stalked since I opted to wear my sexy fishnet shirt to school... HOT! The day started off with AP Psych; the whole class participated in an interactive survey of ethics and personal values when it came to topics like sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Of course, I had some of the more extreme opinions; I can be such a superfreak sometimes.
After that, I went to Weight Training and one of the skinnier guys was thrilled because he gained 30 pounds in three months. He's so lucky. After all that work, I've actually lost 6 pounds. GRRR.
Then, I went over to the Media Center to do some research on Sir Walter Raleigh (for Mrs. McCann's class) and to my dismay, the media specialist, who I've known and talked to for years, kept calling me "Arron." *sigh* I know exactly who she was talking about: Jackie's little brother who has a thing for leather. Oh well, I've even made that mistake before (while looking through my yearbook).
After school, Rice Lady, ManEater, Zach, and I headed off to the HMS Pinafore rehearsal, where we worked on blocking and such. In other words, JiMBO was on his feet for 2 hours straight in his squared-toed snakeskin shoes (oh yeah, HOT!). Rice Lady kept asking me why I had to wear those uncomfortable shoes and after the heat from the stage lights finally seeped into my brain, I could only reply, "Pretty shoes, pretty shoes!" Well, that's just the price of beauty, y'all.
So around 4:45PM, Rice Lady and I left the rehearsal and went into the lobby where we magically walked into STOMP! The Step Squad was doing some loud chanting and stomping and such and they wouldn't leave anyone the hell alone. Everyone went outside just to avoid the noise!
So... they came outside and said, "You know you want to hear us!" Uh... no, I don't. We were trying to avoid you, actually. After bugging me all day, they convinced to join in with one of their Step Squad games ("Gigolo"). It was hilarious 'cause they put on me on the spot for my own special chant and dance... had ManEater and Rice Lady laughing like crazy. FUN... but I wish the indoor track team wouldn't have come outside at the exact moment that I decided to act a-fool.
At home I worked more on my stripper routine, doing cartwheels and forward flips, using my couch as a pommel horse. But since I've been having so much difficulty designing a rock-solid routine, I actually wrote down a list of all the moves in my arsenal that I can remember: walk on hands, worm, split-kick flip, boogaloo spin, Raven step, bop aerial, front handspring, jump-side kick, backward roll, Light Years lieutenant, bicep pump, Love Boat wrenches, Rhythm Nation slide and spin, cossack dance, toe-touch, one-arm push-ups, etc.
And most surprisingly, I found an "old" piece of paper while cleaning up my room; apparently, I dreamt about "goin' Jackie Chan" on John L 'cause he kept trying to hug me. Although John hardly ever (aka never) appears in my subconscious, it seems like whenever he does, he gets his ass kicked.
The only other dream I remember where he showed up was back in the ninth grade: I was the school bully and I was prowling around the woods like a panther, looking for my prey. Then I spotted "the Tall One," and I said to myself, "That Lucia kid'll be an easy target. Muahahahaha!" So I tackled him and demanded that he give up that lunch money... when I woke up, all I could do was laugh... and laugh some more.
So, what did I learn today? I learned that, as that Disorder Survey said, I do "like to dress provocatively to get attention." I did, it worked, it felt soooo grrreat! So what if I'm a bit narcissistic, it's part of what keeps me going. This is JiMBO Esquire, signing off.
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