I realize that 90% of you could care less about my cheering career, but it's a big part of my life sooo if you don't care then you have my permission to skim :)
I kept having these nightmares. Cheer nightmares. About how when I get back into it, I'll be awful. And then I won't be able to double down... and then I'll get kicked off competition and my coach will hate me. And then I'll cry a little. And then I won't know what to do with my life.
But guess what?? Today we got to stunt!!! (in case you didn't hear me say that 50 times already) And my nightmare didn't happen. Hallelujah! I'm so so happy. No more cheer nightmares for me!
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Anyways, I also got my whole class schedule figured out finally! Yay!! No more stress. Plus I'm taking a cooking class! Which I'm decently really excited for. Why? because it's satisfying my childhood dreams to become a chef a little bit.
Also, MONDAY!! Mondays are the best because I get to hear what's going on with my missionaries. Mostly Brayden just emails home that day, but his are the best. There's just something about his that make me want to be a better person. I guess that's true for all missionaries. That's what makes them so great! I wish I could be a boy and go on a mission right now... but I guess I can be a missionary here right? I was called to the Provo, Utah mission. Maybe that can be one of my new new year's goals. (I should really start writing down these goals)
And last but not least, we watched the Alabama vs. LSU game for FHE! Best suggestion for a family night ever, if I may say so myself.... I might be a little biased but it's whatevs. I mean, me and Lex were the only ones really watching, but I'm fine with that. Go Bama! Roll tide roll. Maybe honey badger should have cared a little bit more...But we won't judge him I suppose. Sorry. I'm sure you don't care about that so I'll move on.
So then that's all I really did. But that's all a girl really needs right?
Anyways, I'll be done telling you about my lovely day :)

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