...SiGnEd, sEaLeD, DeLiVeReD::IM YOURS...

Well Liz Spring came and went. She's fabulous as always. El Chico was dead fun, as was banquet. We got out of school early, got pedicures, got pretty, and left. We were late like last year, maybe even later - but Chris made the 25-minute trip in 16 minutes with his mad driving skills. We danced, we cried, we laughed, we won awards, we cried more, we danced more, and then we went to brookes for cake and sleep. I won the bravery award...due to my ability to "jump right back in there" after kneeing myself in the face. There was hairspray, there were tears, there were expensive dresses, and there were boys. Lots of pictures put to sad songs and a little backstreet boys. It was much fun.

But its over and its time to focus on cheerleading tryouts. Friday. 2:00. MHS gym. SCARY. Varsity is crazy hard to make. And I'll be fine either way. But its always a little sad to know that you weren't good enough. So this week is hell week. Mucho preparation for try-outs. Plus packing for ski trip. Plus exams. OH DEAR.

I need patience. I need strength. I need wisdom. I need to trust. I need to have faith.

But, I have little patience. I have little strength. I have little wisdom. I don't trust. I have little faith.