What's the point? I'll just mess up....

I just got onto a gymnastics team, Isn't that wonderful?

In essence, I suppose it is.  Or, at least, It would be if I were younger. And Stronger. And pretty much everything that I'm not...

You see, I've only been doing gymnastics for a year and a half. I started when I was thirteen. I'm nearly three years older than everyone on my team.

I look at them with envy. How do they get their bodies to work that way? Sure, I'm flexible, but how, exactly, do they find the strength in those twiggy arms to pull themselves over the bar and flipping off of it?

Everything I'm saying may seem shallow but, I really care about this.

Gymnastics is m life. I would probably have gone completely insane without it this last year.

But what's the point in working so hard if I'm just gonna screw it up?

How to make a complete idiot of yourself while on a camping trip.

Wow, I haven't updated for a while, have I? I guess I haven't had a lot of drive lately, sorry about that. I haven't really felt the need to write anything. Well, I guess I'll start at the beginning of my week long decline into hell. 

It all started with a visit to one of my gymnastics buddy's house. My ten-year-old gymnastic buddy's house.

Before you say anything, yes, I do hang out with children five years younger than me. 

Go ahead, call me a loser. I'm used to people hating me by now. 

But I'm getting off topic here. Where was I? Ah, yes. 

So I stayed there for awhile, doing the normal things that you do with a friend from gym: we went on the trampoline. We then went swimming.

Did I forget to mention that I was going to gym with her that day? I guess I did.

I got invited to team that day; pretty much the only good thing that's happened for me in the past two weeks. Hurrah.

The insane child somehow managed to convince me to sleep over that night. I don't know how she did it. Maybe it was the puppy dog eyes.

So begins the story.

The next day, the kid invited me over to her family's summer cabin, much to the extreme annoyance to her siblings. After a long bout of arguing with myself, I decided to go for nine days of a 'vacation', starting June 29th, 2011.

I went home after five days.

I really don't know what I was thinking, trying to spend nine days with a bunch of dickhead, spoiled, rich teenagers who I hardly knew and an insane ten-year-old. Maybe someone drugged my pancakes.

Bottom line is that the teenagers hated me and I was on the verge on killing the kid by the time I went home.

The only good thing about this trip was that I met the most gorgeous guy (one of the aforementioned demonic teenagers), and that I lost a few pounds. I also went on a boat and swam across a canal. Yay me.

I also managed to make myself feel like a complete looser for not understanding some of the 'normal' slang.

Apparently, according to the other people of my generation, I need to 'get out' more often.

In other words, I'm a dorky looser with no social life and too big of a vocabulary.

Well, at least I can feel at peace knowing that two of the teenage girls were 200+ pounds and the boys were probably being asses because they were trying not to stare at my body in a bikini. I'm not trying to be conceited, I just do gymnastics 9 hours a week.

My recommended book for today is Griffith and Sabine: An Extraordinary Correspondence, by Nick Bantock.

Until next time, my readers  




 

I come bearing books and introspection.

Hello, humans, mosquitoes, and cats of the planet Earth. As you can see, This blog is now up and running! It's wonderful to see you again.

I now have a question for you: Does anyone else hate parties? I do. I have found that, during parties, I just want to go in a corner and read. I feel the same way while hanging out with my friends too. It's sad, but I think I'm starting to like electronics and books more than people.

On a less introspective look, I have a book to recommend. I've decided that I will recommend a new book or Fan Fiction with every post. I recommend Uglies, by Scott Westerfield.

I would have you know that this story is fucking amazing. Actually, all of the stories that I have read by Scott Westerfield are phenomenal.

Well, until later my dear readers! (Well, if I have any. :/ )

S. A. Raven 

Hello....

Um........ Hi. I was bored, so I decided to make a blog. I have a livejournal too, by the name SA_Raven, but, as I said before, I was bored.

Well, I guess I should start with the basics. My name is Star (no, seriously. My mom likes hippy names), and I'm an anime geek. My hair is auburn-brown, and in the summer, my tips turn blond. I'm not kidding. My eyes used to be dark-brown, but they've recently lightened to a light-brown, almost hazel-y color.

I'm in home school, and I'm planning to keep it that way. Life is simpler when you don't have to deal with drama. I'm a level 3/4 gymnast, and I'm hoping to get onto a P. R. E. P. Optional team sometime soon. The only thing I'm really missing is the upper-body strength for bars.

I'm in the ninth grade, just about to go into tenth, and I Love Japan. I write fan fiction through the pen name of S. A. Raven on Fanfiction.net, and I may post my stories here, depending on how lazy I feel.

Well, that's all for now. I'll write again soon.