I decided that yoga is not for me.
I can't sit still long enough to do it. It's work...even for me...but it's not active enough.
Thank Mary that Ashlie's is in my Aerobics class (we did yoga today). We tried to channel all of our energy into making this really pretty girl that Kevin (who Ashlie likes) was flirting with, ugly. Did that make sense?
It didn't work. She's still one of the most beautiful people ever.
But, today was good. We had a college fair. I went to one session, then Walter and I went back to his house and made love.
Which was fantastic.
I had something to write about...
OH!
I joined the Lit. Mag. Club at school...for a few reasons, some of which I'll keep to myself. But, I have to write things and submit them to the magazine to be published (maybe...my writing sucks).
So I'm working on a short story about my mom and her anger and how scary it is!
Walter says it's a good story (not really talking about my writing, more the idea)...but at least what I've got so far is "funny." Which is what I'm going for.
The only thing I'm worried about is that I can't really handle rejection. And I have a feeling that most, if not everything I submit, will be rejected, and I will know about it! My feelings will be hurt because ALL of Sheryls stuff will go in the magazine...giving me more reasons to kind of not like her.
She's cute, she's petite, smart, talented in a lot of thigns.
My only talent is baking.
If there is one thing in life I'm OK at, it's cookies ^_^.
It just sucks God gave me a talent that will only serve to make me fat...and everyone I know fat.
Sheryl's talents get her some where in life.
I suppose with all that complaining complained, I should try my best to get at least one piece in the magazine. Even if it kills me.